Flemmie Flemenstein

I am definitely a Flemmie Flemenstein today. That's a nickname Amanda gave me a while back, due to my tendencies to have allergies that produce phlegm. Yummy. I guess it should be spelled "Phlegmmie Phlegmenstein," but that just looks weird.

A couple weeks ago, I found out that the allergy meds I take don't help with cat dander (or at least not as well as other meds), so I thought that I would try going to a party where the owner has a cat and test these other meds that are supposed to be better with the cats. They did help while I was there - I wasn't sneezing, no runny eyes or nose, basically the hay fever symptoms were under control. I was pretty excited about that. I thought that maybe this was the answer and now I could be around cat dander at least long enough to go over to people's houses that have cats. One side effect was that I felt very sluggish and "drugged", which didn't make me all that exciting to be around. But still, I wasn't sneezing.

Fast forward to the middle of the night, when I woke up wheezing and coughing up phlegm. Bah! Those pesky little cat danders may not have triggered a messy-sneezy-runny-nose combo last night, but it still very much affected my allergies and asthma. So today my sinuses are full of mucus, as well as my lungs, and I just sneezed about twenty times in a row. I did take more of the allergy meds to stop the sneezing, but that won't help with the mucus.

So sad. I thought I had found a good solution...I just wanted to go to a party and see some friends I don't get to see all that often. And now I'm stuck coughing up phlegm all day. I'm such a geek.

The moral of the story: cats and I still don't mix.

posted by elizabeth @ 10:42 AM