I look like death.
Coughing, sneezing, sniffling, eyes watering, grumpy, nose dripping death.
This happens to me every year. I am allergic to everything. I was supposed to start allergy shots and talked myself out of it. Maybe I should have listened to the doctor.
Ugh. The next person who asks me if I am sick is going to get a snotty tissue thrown at them. It’s allergies! I’m just a big baby about it. I assure you, I’m fine. Now, stop talking to me. I am planning a funeral for the tender sore spot under my nose.