This morning I had a nasty allergic reaction to something — watery and itchy eyes, congested sinuses, the whole nine yards. Cold compresses helped a little but when I opened my desk drawer and remembered that I had some Benadryl, I was pleased.
Until about an hour later.
There was a time in my life I’d be happy for such a state as I found myself at that point — woozy, dreamlike and numb to the world. In fact, I put myself in that state regularly. On purpose. Now, it’s horrid.
There was a time that taking several Benadryl wouldn’t have made a mark. Today just one and I was ready for a nap.
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