I know this post is going to solidify my position as crazy woman in blog land, but for the past week and a half or so I've been suffering from awful, awful allergies. Sneezing five thousand times a day; itchy, watery, swollen eyes; my nose getting so stuffed up that I would freak out. I cannot stand not being able to breathe through my nose. I've spent all my time these past weeks trying to keep my nostrils clear and open. I've been taking Sudafed and Benadryl, I tried Zyrtec, I tried my prescription nasal allergy spray. None of it really worked. But Afrin, oh dear God, Afrin did. It can work wonders. It could open up my sinuses and make me breathe.
It's also highly addicting. Not like a narcotic with the sweating and shaking if you don't have it. But your stupid nasal membranes are so damn sensitive that they almost instantly get to where they won't go down without the Afrin.
In my insane fits of allergy related stuffiness and sneezing, I started in on the Afrin. This was not my first rodeo. I knew the risks. Both my mother and I were addicted to it during our pregnancies. Except with that, practically the instant Max was born I could breathe. Without Afrin.
This was different. I knew a day would come when I could tell that the allergies were gone but the Afrin addiction was not. So last night, after it was so clogged that I couldn't swallow without my tongue getting stuck and sort of suctioning to the roof of my mouth, I sprayed it once more and Googled "how to get off of Afrin." I then proceeded to read about all these crazy people that have been addicted to Afrin for fifteen years or more. I was in a bit of a panic. I did NOT want to become one of these people, stashing bottles of it all around the house and in the car. I was scared to death of how hard it was going to be. I did not sleep very well, either. I took the day off to deal with this.
But this morning, after I took a shower, I could kind of breathe. Then I had a smoothie and took a real Sudafed, the kind you have to show your driver's license for and sign your life away, pseudoephedrine. I sprayed saline and Flonase. And I've basically been able to breathe almost all day, with a little bit of stuffiness here and there. But none of the suctioning closed, causing all kinds of crazy pressure so that my head feels like it's going to explode. I'm so relieved. Because really, if it hadn't been this easy, I don't think I would have made it through.
It's been a lovely day, really. I've caught up on blogs, hit the grocery store with my husband, dyed my hair, started participating in Ten on Ten, played a little Words With Friends. Whew. Thank goodness that sometimes, things turn out to be easier than you thought they would be.