I know what you're thinking, after 25 days of clean living it all came together today and I ran gazelle-like through green fields all day long. Well, in the pursuit of truth, let me tell you how it really was on Day 26.
As I arrived at school to cheer on my little fellows in their school triathalon, every species of pollen known to womankind frantically hurtled up my nose. I sneezed in record-breaking sequences. The contents of my nose streamed down my face. My skin burned and itched. I tried not to scratch my puffy eyes out. Did I mention I was in a paddock without a tissue? And that I was expected to maintain polite conversation with parents and staff?
Hayfever and I have an on-again, off-again relationship. sometimes we go about our respective lives without so much as a sidewides glance. But yesterday, hayfever took centre stage and I was completely at its mercy. I rushed home, blew my nose in a beach towel, and hid from what everyone kept telling me was a beautiful day. Then I took drugs. But all that sneezing and itching left me exhausted.
I've already cut out sugar, dairy, alcohol and caffeine and (almost all) gluten. Pollen is next. And I don't want to hear any sob stories about the flowers and the bees needing it. This stuff is bad, and it has to go. Or else I have to find a handbag big enough for a beach towel.
Indigo Kate x