Sitting by my stereo all alone
My baby calls me on the telephone
She says, "Baby, take me out for a dance"
I tell my baby, "I feel so bad
I can't go out, and it's making me sad
But when you see me, I know you will understand"
I got hay fever, blocking up my head
Hay fever, I ought to be in bed
How can I dance when I can hardly breathe
Wish I could cure this infernal allergy
I got hay fever, blocking up my brain
Hay fever, feel the sinus pains
And all the pills and powders are in vain
Thought I was cured, but here it comes again
It goes ooh-ah
The pollen count getting higher and higher
My eyes are sore and my nose is on fire
My throat's dry now, and I'm starting to perspire
My stuffed-up head's killing all of my desire
I got hay fever, you wicked allergy
Hay fever, you put the curse on me
And I've inhaled every known remedy
I can't stay cool cuz I'm starting to sneeze
I can't make love when I can hardly breathe
We start to dance, and my nose starts to bleed
There must be a cure for this hay fever
Is there a pill or a powder I can take?
I must get a cure, my romance is at stake
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Hay fever, you tore my image down
Hay fever, I must look like a clown
I must have used every tissue in town
I'm running 'round sniffin' like a hound
I go ooh-ah
I wanna kiss, but I'm sneezin' instead
I can't make love when my head feels like lead
How can I pose when my nose is all red
We should be home, should be tucked up in bed
But I got hay fever
Hay fever . . .
~ Ray Davies (for The Kinks)
I'm betting that Ray Davies had some fun writing this one. In truth, the song was "left over" from 1997's Sleepwalker and instead appears on 1978's Misfits, The Kink's 16th studio album. Needless to say, it was not a big hit. But it is an appropriate choice for today's post.
Traditionally, hay fever begins (for me, anyway), mid-August, peaks around Labor Day, and subsides with the onset of frost. And why on earth is it called "hay fever"? It certainly isn't an allergy to hay! It does, however, coincide with the hay harvesting season, so consequently, its name. Or you can call it what it really is: allergic rhinitis. Either way, it sucks.
I am happy to say that my symptoms are not anywhere near what they were years ago. Fall allergies started for me when I was sixteen. They became horrendous during my twenties, when I think I should have been hospitalized for the duration of the season. But now, the older I get, the less they affect me. Thought I was cured, but here it comes again. In other words, I should bite my tongue, knock on wood, and buy some Claritin.
I have another week to seek out air-conditioned spaces, avoid my garden, and keep a supply of Kleenex on hand, and then I am off to Colorado to visit my son. While there is no guarantee that I won't suffer allergic reactions in Colorado, perhaps different pollens will take longer to kick in? I'll be sure to pack the Claritin just in case.
So you've now suffered through another whiny, complaining post. Bet you can't wait for tomorrow's!
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