Well, it's that time of year again.
That time when the fields are white with Arizona snowballs.
It's beautiful, especially when the sun is setting with golden rays on the fields of cotton.
Yet it comes with a price for me.
Moving here added me to the allergy club.
I don't think I'm allergic to the cotton, but some part of the process that goes into growing it and especially the picking, packing and transporting part.
It makes me so miserable.
Really miserable. I feel like I can't get a deep breath, coughing, sneezing, running watering everything, burning itching eyes, puffiness, fatigue, exhaustion...any word that describes miserable.
I've never really suffered from allergies, so last year I didn't recognize it as that. I just thought I was forever sick. Then I met Will. We would spend hours talking, but I couldn't say one sentence without coughing through half of it. Causing me to drink a lot, but that's another story. I wonder what he was thinking? Haha Maybe it was good because it forced him to do a lot of talking allowing me to really get to know him. I'm sure after awhile he figured out that I wasn't "sick". I thought I had developed asthma. Him being a Pharmacist, gave me some allergy pills to try...Well what do you know! It helped! This year he brought home some allergy eye drops too. He probably was worried that everyone would think I was crying all the time. So thoughtful. Smile.
So I seem to suffer from year round allergies, but extra extra suffer from cotton picken months. Oh well, I still enjoy the beauty of it.
It is Pretty.
