This week was hot. Temperatures around 30°C and higher, the humidity making the air heavier to breathe, every movement takes time and sweat and it seems that the heat is slowly solidifying around you. The sun is so hot on your arms and face it you need to push against it to move forward.
Yesterday a cold front came, cold air rushing in, lifting the hot and humid human soup of stench and sweat up, up and away into the cold vastness beyond and up there the clouds were wrung out of the air, like a lemon it was squeezed, and like smoke it built up, ever higher, ever darker, ever angrier, until lightning started dancing between the shadows and finally the rain started coming down.
Every year summer comes, and I am amazed that they hayfever does not. Always late, I see other people suffer and remember that last year, it was late, too. I also forget that after the summer torrents, some evil grass will open its delicate fold and release the tiny carriers of life. Pollen fills the air as soon as the rain stops, filling the streets with an sickly dusty.
As I sleep by the open window, it seeps in, envious pollen, settles on my table, on my chair, on my floor, on my bed, on my face, on my nose, and as my breast heaves and the air rushes in and out, it is carried along into the depths of my body, where it sticks to the walls and slowly the slime absorbs it. Pollen and slime and alveoles and olfactory senses slowly fuse to a sickly swollen mess of mucus.
At five I wake for the first time. My eyes seem swollen, the head to small to contain it all. Tears are squeezed out of my head and my nose is filled with sick fluids that have nowhere to go. Surprised, I get up, clean my nose, wash my face, return to bed.
Half an hour later, it happens again. And again.
And I realize, the hayfever has come.
At seven, I know that I will not be able to find rest. I cannot sleep. Arabic lessons ahead, I grow nervous. At eight, I decide to take some medication against the hayfever. I cannot face my teacher with tears flowing down my face, my eyes red as if I had been crying all night.
Every goes well, then. Arabic lessons come and go, lunch with Claudia, and some drowsiness, the medication... I need to sleep. When I wake after hours, I can barely walk. Aikido? No way. Back to bed. In the end, I slept from four to half past nine.
Now I feel less sleepy. But then again, tears are already welling up inside me. the hayfever is back.
#Hayfever
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OMG... It sure sounds like a hell of a thing. You take care.
– V 2005-07-01 21:14 UTC
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Weird, much better today and without those drowsy-pills. I guess I just have to pray for hot and dry weather! 😄
– Alex Schroeder 2005-07-02 09:43 UTC
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LOL.
It almost sounds like you go bad in cold weather.
– V 2005-07-04 11:30 UTC