The blessing of this winter’s abundant rainfall is the thick blanket of green softening southeastern Arizona’s usually jagged edges. The disadvantage, though, is that all that lush greenery translates into air thick with pollen.
Before I moved here, I had never had allergies in my life. I thought I would live until the day I died, immune to all allergies. Then we moved to the ranch in August , 2004, and about four weeks later I went to a doctor. The conversation went something like this:
Me: I don’t understand why I’ve had a cold for a month.
Doc: You must be new here. When did you move in?
Me: About a month ago.
Doc: Claritin D will be your new best friend.
Along those lines, anyway. This year I can barely go outside for more than a few minutes without getting congested, itchy eyes, sore throat. Claritin D is probably helping keep the symptoms less pronounced than they might be, but that’s a scary statement because they’re pretty bad. Many other people I know are in the same boat. Eating local honey is rumored to help, but our local purveyor of honey has the allergy problem, too.
It’s not enough to make me want to go back to the city (especially after being reminded, on the Mysterious Galaxy birthday party weekend, how overcrowded southern CA is—and next weekend I’ll be in Phoenix, which is nearly as bad). But sometimes it’s enough to make me want to wear a space helmet outside...