It has been a week.

Thanks to the holiday, it is a short one, and I don’t have to work on Friday.

I’m glad because I have woken up every day this week feeling like a bobblehead doll. It’s so weird feeling like my head is not attached to my body. I’m almost done with the meds I was prescribed, and I don’t feel much better, but I don’t feel worse either. I just feel beige.

I go to the allergist on July 14, and I don’t know what I will find out, but whatever it is, I just hope it makes me feel better.

I can’t believe I have never been tested for allergies. At least twice a year, every year, I get this allergic rhinitis, and the doctor I see gives me medicine for allergies, and I take it until it’s gone and then end up going back at least a month or so later with the same symptoms, and it starts all over again.

Even when I was a child, I don’t remember being tested for allergies. I remember having anemia, strep throat, and the flu. I also remember getting, like I do around this time every year, and the doctor telling my mom I had a cold. “Nothing to do but wait it out,” the doctor would tell her, and we would go and wait.

Once I went to a week-long camp in Meridian, Texas, with our church. The place was surrounded by pine trees, and my eyes were red and itchy, my nose ran like a faucet, and my throat was so sore.

I complained, and things were said to me like, ‘It’s summer; you can’t get the flu in the summer,’ or ‘You don’t have strep,’ or ‘Pneumonia only happens when it’s cold outside.’ Then it went to I was making it all up because I wanted attention.

A family member was also on this trip, and she said I did this all the time for attention.

I was always miserable, and everyone in my family thought I was manifesting symptoms for attention. Also, I need to mention that I did not say I had the flu, strep, or pneumonia; the people around me said those things to me. All I said was that I thought the pine trees were making me the way I was. They also said that was not possible. The youth pastor said people didn’t have allergies to pine trees.

Any way I can find out now I guess.

I have also been thinking a lot about my father, which makes sense since his birthday and the day he passed are in June. Dad loved Louis L’Amour, so I am looking at books by Louis L’Amour now.

Ok, well that is all, everyone have a wonderful holiday.