We had a really lovely weekend; I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow. Yesterday evening, though, Spring’s first allergy attack hit me hard. I know today is Monday, which means I should be sharing a menu plan with you. But for now, I’m concentrating more on breathing. It’s hard to think about what you’ll be eating for the week when you can’t taste anything.

I’ve always had bad seasonal allergies. I’ve never been to an allergy specialist before, but a GP once told me I had the worst nasal inflammation he’d ever seen. So, yay for me? He prescribed Zyrtec and Flonase, which worked really well until the Flonase started making me crazy dizzy. Turns out, other medications also make me dizzy, and you know what I don’t need? More dizziness.* I can’t remember whether the Zyrtec had bad mojo or not, but I’ve been taking Claritin for the last several years.

And every Spring, I’ve thought, “I should go to an allergy specialist.” And then I don’t, because procrastination! It’s what I do best.

But! This morning, I called an allergy specialist and croaked out, “I’d like to make an appointment.” On Thursday, I’ll go to their office and get poked with needles. (Or something. I don’t know.) And guess what? I can take exactly zero antihistamines between now and then!

I’m guessing they’ll say something like, “You’re allergic to trees and grass and dust and dust mites and pollen and everything else in the whole wide world. We suggest you take three allergy shots a day. And wear this bubble on your head.” And you know what? I might sign on for that.

*I get really dizzy for two or three days roughly every month and a half. If you clicked on that link and are wondering, the CrazyFeelings are mostly gone. But now there’s the dizziness. Why haven’t I gotten the darn thing removed already? I don’t know. Laziness, I guess.

Also: “Breathing in the greatest pleasure in life.” Giovanni Papini said that, and right now I certainly can see what he meant.