Hayfever. It really does a number on me, and gets worse every year. It only lasts about a month, but it's a month of the year I like to spend outside watching kids play baseball. The main treatment - antihistamines - is worse than the disease. One pill knocks me out and makes me even more goofy than usual. I stopped taking medicine years ago. I just suffer.
I'm a Catholic.
Late yesterday afternoon, I was at an old baseball field behind the Fullerton American Legion, sneezing loudly between every ball I threw. Whatever happened to my back over the winter makes it hard for me to throw or even bend over. But we were trying out a wooden bat and had tape and everything.
I threw a ball to one kid and - WHACK! - nailed in the right shin. After a few moments of agony, I threw a ball to another kid and - WHACK! - nailed in the left shin.
So now, I'm a constantly sneezing fat guy with water dripping out of my nose. I can't bend over and have matching lumps on two legs.
If I were a horse, someone would just shoot me.
Tonight? Baseball practice. I'll even blow off a Northampton County council meeting for that. At least someone else will be throwing.
