It was either late last or early this week I found myself nursing a stuffy nose, a scratchy throat, and enough snot to fill 7 shot glasses. In other words, I came to the conclusion that I have a cold. As I began enduring these symptoms, I found myself noticing that I was not tired, nor was I feeling sick, which made me wonder if I actually had a cold or not. As I continued to observe my symptoms, I found that they would come and go. Sometimes they would be in full bloom in the morning, but a couple hours after waking up, they would disappear.
I'm no doctor. Nor am I someone who would be placed into the camp of 'I'm a smart guy', but using the powers of deduction and the process of elimination, I have come to this conclusion:
I have allergies.
I have never had allergies before in my life, but somehow, Austin has proved that there is no such thing as never when it comes to allergies. I don't know what I'm allergic to, but I'm quite sure I'm allergic to something in the air.
I'm praying that they will clear up soon. If not, I might have to resort to some more fierce tactics in the form of drugs and nasal plugs. Maybe I need to eat more BBQ and let the savory scent of hickory and beef work its magic on my sinuses.