Ahhh. . . Spring!
No matter in what part of the country we live, Spring is always a wonderful time of the year. The first hint of green in the lawn, the first buds on the trees and bushes, the first butterflies happily waving good morning with still-damp wings as they flutter through air filled with the scent of sweet salt air.
Ahhhhh . . . Spring!
Ahhhhh . . . . CHOO!
Dang it! I was sure hoping my springtime battle with allergies would be a thing of the past when we moved to Florida. We don’t live near any Pine or Pecan trees, and it was my thinking all this sea air would be filled not with pollen, but with the natural healing powers of salt. I was wrong.
They tell me it’s Oak pollen down here that gets everyone sneezing in the Spring (the Burr Oak and Northern White Oak to be exact), but with a little research, I’ve discovered the mighty Oak is just one of the culprits. There are also grasses: Bahia, Bermuda, Coastal Salt Grass, Eight-flower Six Weeks Grass, Fall Panic Grass (in the spring), Red Top Panic Grass, Smut Grass and Wand Panic Grass.
And then there’s Bayberry.
Makes Georgia’s Pine and Pecan trees look like petty criminals, doesn’t it?!
I lost my voice five days ago – LOST, as in even uttering a whisper required great effort and the pain of trying to squeak out words past a throat so sore I could barely swallow. This is normal for me in Spring. If I’d been in Georgia, I would have called my family doctor at the first sign of a sore throat, and he would have sent me a magic cocktail of antibiotics, cough medicine and prednisone. Two days later it would have been over.
But here. Here I have no family doctor yet. So I put off calling for almost a week as things got progressively worse. This afternoon I broke down and called my Georgia doctor. He’s faxing the magic cocktail prescription to the nearest CVS, and I’ll go pick it up later tonight.
And – hopefully – I’ll be all better by Sunday!