Almost ready to admit it

The other day I absentmindedly started rubbing my eyes. And then I thought "wow, my eyes are really itchy. I wonder why my eyes are so itchy?" This thought gave me flashback to a conversation I had with Mark at approximately this time last year.

"Frick, my eyes are really itchy."

"Stop rubbing them"

"I can't help it, they're really itchy. I wonder why my eyes are so itchy"

"Maybe you have allergies."

"That's ridiculous. I don't have allergies."

"Yeah, you probably do."

"No I don't."

"You might."

"I DON'T!"

I'm not sure if those were our exact words, but you get the gist. It was a very mature and grown up conversation as you can tell. As you can also tell, I am very resistant to the idea of having "seasonal allergies." I don't like to admit illness at any time, and "season allergies" seem like an especially pathetic ailment to cop to. It makes me feel like princess who can't take a little fuzz in the air. Furthermore, I went 24 years without any springtime complaint. I find it ridiculous to think that I just suddenly develop such sensitivity.

Anyway, last year I just bought some eye drops and continued to complain about dry itchy eyes for a couple weeks, and then it got better.

So, now, suspiciously, at about the same time of year, I have again been stricken with mysterious itchy eyes. And this year also a very runny nose, and uncontrollable sneezing. Before noon today I had already logged at least 6 big sneezes.

This morning I bought a box of antihistamines at London Drugs and took one. So far, my desire to claw out my eyeballs has completely subsided, and I am getting longer and longer breaks between sneezes.

I don't like what all this implies.