…or why I get upper respiratory infections at the drop of a speck of pollen.
Growing up, I had two wishes that were part of nearly every prayer. One was that I could see without glasses or contacts, and eventually, thanks to a gift from my parents and the wonders of science, I had LASIK surgery and now have 20/16 vision.
The other wish was that I would no longer have allergies. I’m still waiting on this wish. Moving from the thin clean cold air of Park City, Utah to the thick dirty warm air of New York has me stuffed up and blowing my nose semi-regularly. It’s not fun.
Maybe I should call the doctor and get some antibiotics….