I have always had allergies. It doesn’t matter what time of year. When I was still in school, I had trained myself to fall asleep in a somewhat reclined position – that way my sinuses didn’t drain directly into my throat. Thus I have actually spent most of my life sleeping propped rather than sleeping flat. Roland sleeps flat. Over the years it seems that only one or the other of us can be comfortable in bed. But not both.
The last three or four years I have complained about the air quality in this house and I have suffered with painful sinus infections the last two or three years. Before that I had believed that suffering a sore throat was the worse thing – worse than headaches. But not worse than being so disoriented that I cannot think or function.
Because of my poor sleeping habits, I have ended up on the couch more often this year. The recliners were actually perfect – until they gave out. But even better than sleeping in the recliner was breathing the air that flowed between the kitchen and front room – more than twice the air trapped in my bedroom. It was obviously a much better ventilation. I have been able to breathe and I have not had the stupid sinus infection of years past. But poor Roland . . .
When Roland and I were first married, his body would not dare be sick for more than twelve hours in a row. I’m serious. He’d have a mean cold and I would stay home just to make sure he didn’t leave the house and his cold would seriously be gone the next morning. But over the years his body doesn’t seem to have the same resistance. His colds hang around for a week to a month. And he develops this cough that sounds as if he’s ready to hack up his lungs. I feel so bad for him. And helpless.
My daughters-in-law have experienced the miserable sickness. Jenna and I have been fortunate enough to remain healthy, though we have both taken Mucinex and cough drops and lots of vitamins. Plus the weather has been quite awesome – good walking weather. It’s been a problem to those who have made their livelihood in the snow however.
I heard there is suppose to be a drought for the next three years. I can see that. Too bad the elements haven’t balanced out across the nation – I think I’d rather deal with snow problems than with a drought. Maybe not. We’ll see.
Last year Jenna and I received rides to school during the winter months. She seemed a little bummed as she wished to keep on riding the bus and not be driven to school by car. Evidently that wore off. Now she wants to be driven again. She wants to be driven and not walk or wait for bus. It isn’t bad. Granted, the car seems to have more perks for the passenger, but the bus has its perks too for someone who would rather not drive. But for her, the thrill of public transportation is gone.
I think one of the greatest perks for taking the bus for both of us is that we’re forced to exercise. No curb service next to the school – no matter what bus we use. It’s a good walk from the bus stop to the door – or in my case around and across or up and across. Too often we feel too worn out to walk the dog. I used to walk him all the time when I drove. I’d walk him near Jenna’s school. I don’t like walking him in my neighborhood. Not much in the way of sidewalks. Currently there are too many dark hours at this time of year.
Yesterday was windy. Howling wind. And cold. I had my coat on both morning and afternoon. So this morning I dressed the same – sweatshirt, jacket, coat. The coat came off before my return. The jacket came off at the bus stop. Needed the sweatshirt to remain on my otherwise bare arms. It is quite gorgeous outside right not. In 90 minutes I’ll have to leave to get Jenna.