When I lived in Indonesia the locals swore that everyone got sick at change of season. It's because it's (enter adjective here that is a change from what it just was - hotter, drier, wet, cool, etc). I didn't really believe it, just as I didn't believe my Guatemalan house mother when she said I'd get sick because I walked around the house barefoot. Baaah, old wive's tales!
Spring seems to have sprung in the Pacific Northwest and I'm sick. 25 is also sick with a cough, aches and flu like symptoms. Two other
trainers I'm working with are both sniffling and sneezing in class and I
just found out my sister got sick over the weekend as well.
It could be that my allergies started the same way you start a race -with a bang and all at once- but that seems less likely. I can't seem to draw in oxygen through both nostrils at the same time, and usually only one if I'm lucky. I have sneezed no less than a dozen times. Due to both the previous points, I've been fighting a headache. I can't get my ears to pop and find it difficult to focus.
Maybe there is something to the "change of seasons". The temperature has increased a whopping eight to ten degrees as it is supposed to hit 70 later in the week. It seems early for hayfever but I've read a couple of news stories that report earlier and more severe pollen seasons due to climate change.
It's amazing how I take breathing for granted until I can't. Such a "simple task" when not sick becomes the most strenuous, difficult thing to do in the world. On that note, I'm off to pop a zinc lozenge and find some menthol rub.
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