Yuck. My throat hurts suddenly. The last time it hurt like this, I spent two weeks hocking green juice out of my windpipe.
I blame Memphis and its skantastic air. Phil and I both have had non-stop sickness/allergy bouts since we moved here.
When I sit at my desk at work, I keep a box of tissues right next to me because all I do is sniffle, sneeze, and wipe my watery eyes. People must think I’m overly emotional. I don’t know if there’s hidden mold or it’s just that dusty around me or what. I honestly think I’m allergic to something in the fabric of my chair.
Bummer.
Canned heat in your heels tonight? Yeah, that’s right – I got the song, baby!