Holy crap. I have horrible allergies, but I haven’t always been this way.
I grew up on the Northwest side of Chicago — surrounded by rabid opossums, pollution, and cats — and I never had any problems. I moved to St. Louis in 1993 and adopted Lucy and my troubles started.
Seasonal allergies. Cat allergies. Food allergies.
My doctor suspects that I am a victim of the hygiene hypothesis. (This is different than hygiene theory, HR geeks.) My diet wasn’t varied enough and I was never exposed to trees and flowers as a young child. It makes sense. I am allergic to anything that isn’t manufactured in China or cooked at McDonald’s, which totally describes my life.
How about you? Are you allergic to anything? Do you suffer from seasonal allergies? Let me know. It’s Friday and I want to talk about your runny nose, itchy throat, and watery eyes. Tell me your problems.
FYI, I don’t want to hear from you lucky SOBs out there who aren’t allergic to anything. You can suck it.