Growing up, my sister Debbie always suffered from allergies. Being the adorable, perfect little sister that I was, I used to think she was faking to get attention. She would chew with her mouth open (ewwww) because she said she couldn't breathe out of her nose.
We had a job when we were teenagers, cleaning our bishop's house and it would make me so mad because she would get out of ALL the yard work and doing things like vacuuming and dusting, blaming her "allergies". So I was stuck doing most EVERYTHING and she got paid the same.
I was lucky never to have to suffer from allergies.... until I moved to Las Cruces, NM.
I have only lived here a few years, but EVERY spring there is something in the air that just KICKS. MY. BUTT. I feel miserable for a few months, living on Zyrtec and Excedrin. It gets REALLY windy here, which doesn't help. Eventually, I will see an allergist so I can get some relief. My hubby is doing that and it had helped tremendously.
I realize now that my sister was not faking, but I am SURE she was milking it to get out of chores. What kid wouldn't?
LET'S RUIN SOME BIRTHDAYS
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