I have discovered, to my dismay, I have probably developed an allergy to incense. No! I love incense and I am pretty particular about what I burn.
I usually use incense in concert with candles creating a nice welcoming vibe. 🕯
Saturday after hubby left for work (he works night shift) I lit two candles and burned a stick my most favorite incense. I’d made a yummy fish dinner and you know how the fish smell hangs out, so I figured some candle flames and the gentle incense would freshen the rooms. The ceiling fans were moving the air so I did the dishes and settled into the evening to watch the University of Arizona Wildcats beat yUCLA in basketball.
With in a couple of hours I noticed some congestion building, and I was starting to cough – things got worse.
By the time I got in bed I was having typical allergy symptoms: running nose, watery eyes, cough, sneezing, it was awful. I ruled out the candles since I had been using them nearly every day, but the incense was the difference.
So now what? My body got busy clearing it out by pumping my head with histamines, and my sinuses have been overflowing with the yucky mucous stuff. Oh man it’s a drag. No headache, fever or sore throat, thank goodness. Tonight is a Navage before bed and cough medicine with a decongestant.
Anyone need some incense?
My body is rebelling.
For most of this week I have been fighting with obnoxious histamines from whatever the hell is in bloom in southern Arizona. Nothing is working to ease my symptoms and it’s pissing me off. I’ve avoided going anywhere because others would see me and think I was contagious. I look like crap.
Yesterday I had a small skin cancer removed from my left hand. Not a terribly deep lesion but now I have to be checked every six months. Damn.
I’ve been lax in my writing, stressed by all of this and wishing for escape. My one sweetness is Millie my beautiful German Shepherd. She seems to know I’m not myself. She curls up next to me on the couch or rests at my feet. She is very curious about the bandage on my hand. My baby puppy.
Poor hubby is having to look after himself. He’s stepped up and made his lunches, loaded the dishwasher, and been patient with me. I’m blessed.
Time to get my butt gear. Life is waiting.
It’s been a few days since my last post and I know you’ve missed me-haha.
I spent some time helping Chuck clear out crap from the back half of the acre and store some things designated for a yard sale. I moved my sewing/quilting things into the space in my office that was opened up after most of my books were boxed up (sniff) and stored. I still have a bit of research material, since my current books are historical they require a lot of time delving in the time period to make the story work.
Yesterday I succumbed to my allergies. I’ve been a sneezing, coughing fool and yesterday it nailed me. Actually had a sore throat and a fever. I was an achy, pain in the butt. Enough of that! It makes me sound like an old human. We stopped into a Walgreens at 1st and River to pick up my allergy nasal spray and the guy at the check out was so fun. A very cute guy who was dancing and smiling brightly as we came to the check out. After being cheered by him as he rung up the purchase, I said I hoped his day went fast. His response as he shuffled away was it had so far. If I had been more with it I would have gotten a pic for the blog.
Today, after the run into town to take care of selling our dive stuff on consignment and buy my allergy stuff we came home and I sat down at the computer only to find out Prince had died. This stunned me since he is the same age as my beloved hubby Chuck.
The flu? Really? So I sit here, puzzling on this and wondering how I make a difference in the life of another human.
I did have a wake up call about my writing. Going through the proof copy of my book I found some formatting issues and typos that will be relatively easy to fix. What it did was confirm the due diligence every story requires. The happy harp playing, birds gaily singing, sun brightly shining moment…I saw my words in print. It took a moment to wash over me, then I jumped up to hug Chuck.
A question for you writers out there: When did you feel you were an author?