Well, it looks like it finally arrived. The night where Pop Ice pops once again become one of my best friends in the world. At the moment, I am sneezing my head off, thanks I suppose to an overly long exposure to kitten dander, the numerous types of grass, tree, flower pollen that's floating around, and a house filled with smoke from a ban frying session earlier this evening (at least the chicken salad that the bacon was intended for was really good!)
(I literally just went and ate a few more spoonfuls of it after typing that! *g*)
Anyway, back to the point at hand, if I have one. As I believe I mentioned earlier, when my allergies flare up like they have tonight, and I vacillate between near total congestion and sneezing my head off, there are 3 things that seem to help me, namely cold temperatures, movement, and eating. So on nights like these, when I sometimes want to kill myself to escape the congested suffering (and I am NOT a proponent of suicide!), I take heart in the fact that we have a freezer loaded with Pop Ice for occasions such as these.
At the height of my nocturnal suffering, I head to the freezer, cut the top off one of the colorful plastic tubes, and pace around my house crunching on the artificially flavored coldness within. The movement, combined with the eating something cold helps temporarily clear my sinuses and bring brief reprieve to my suffering.
I haven't quite gotten to that point yet tonight, but it's probably lurking just around the corner. The few spoonfuls of cold chicken salad helped tide me over for a little while though, and the sneezing attack that I was having has fortunately abated for the time being. Here's to hoping it stays that way.
If not, Pop Ice, here I come...
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