I feel like I have been hit by a mack truck. I am still recovering from my test last week and I think my brain is still mush. Work has been one of the busiest weeks I have had as well and I feel like I am running in a million directions. It is one of those things that in a week or two everything I forgot and dropped the ball on will start popping up.
My goal is to make it to December 11. Through that week, my work stuff will be settling down and my school will be over for the semester. Soon after that, I will also go on break for the Christmas holidays. Only 5 more weeks til the 11th, right??!
On top of all that, I am having allergy issues. If you know me well, you know I was on allergy shots for a while in high school and through college. Since moving back to Georgia (2 years ago), my allergies have gone crazy again. I have been taking Zyrtec daily, and thought I needed to see a doctor to make sure that the over the counter medicine that I had prescribed myself was the appropriate solution to the problem.
Tuesday, I will have the full run down of allergy tests again. Its a skin test and they scratch/poke your skin with all sorts of allergens and where your skin welts up, you are allergic. They then make your allergy serums based off of that, and tell you how often to come in for shots. I am not sure how it will all turn out, but we shall see!! I would rather not be on shots, however if they think it will help me, then I’ll do it.
Anyway, why am I rambling about my exhaustion and allergies and how does it all tie together? Well, the problem with the testing, is that a week before the test, you have to come off of all antihistamines. Yeah, so that means for the past 2 days I have not only been tired, busy at work, and brain dead, but also had the sniffles, sneezes, itchy eyes, scratchy throat and drippy nose. Lovely.
Nasty allergy snottiness will keep up through Tuesday afternoon and then we will go from there. Work will be busy again this week, Wednesday I get my Quantitative test back and by then I will just be longing for the next weekend and an opportunity to sleep.
December cannot come fast enough.