I've been quite ill for a few days. Not having a family doctor, I visited a nearby clinic yesterday and waited the requisite 90 minutes before I was seen. That's not bad, actually, because some folks with family physicians say they can't even get in for a few days, no matter how sick they are. So I arrived with my Elle Decor Magazine and a lot of patience, prepared to wait.
Sure, my medical experience is limited to say the least, but I was pretty certain I had a virus or a bit of walking (rocking?) pneumonia. (But no boogie-woogie flu) That's apparently not the case. I'm having a rather severe allergic reaction to...something.
It's not trees and grass because the only time I felt really good all weekend was during a lovely motorcycle ride in the pollen-filled countryside. Had plants been the culprit, I would have been suffering. No, it appears to be something else and right now, the only thing I can think of is the delightfully aromatic body lotion I brought back from Body Works in New York City. I tend to buy hypo-allergenic everything but I was entranced by the smell of this stuff. And it's the only "new" thing I've brought into my domicile that might inspire such a wicked reaction.
Still, I will be conducting an olfactory audit of everything I live and play with here in the shoebox condo, puffer and Claritin at the ready. I had no idea that a so-called simple allergy could make a person this sick, except for those unfortunate souls whose lives are threatened by peanuts and such. Wish me luck with finding the culprit or prepare to hear someone on the radio who sounds a lot like ancient actor Jack Klugman after his tracheotomy!