Getting Older and the Hassles Therein
People often complain about getting older in terms of losing their youth. For those of us born in and around 1970 the fact stands, we ain't kids anymore. We aren't middle aged either, but I am not sure that we could be considered to be young adults anymore. Even as plain old adults, aging sucks. Specifically, I am referring to the change in body chemistry and other such related things.
I am currently suffering with allergies. Before the summer of last year I proudly boasted about how I didn't have allergies anymore. (that was before I learned how a certain dermatological condition I inherited is, in fact, an allergic reaction) When I was born I was allergic to my Mother's milk. I had eczema, (the aforementioned condition) which is an allergic reaction causing a scaly rash. Mine usually flared up after playing the sand. It cleared up for the most part in my early teens and disappeared altogether in my twenties. The last case of hay fever I had was in 1982. Life is grand when you are allergy free, but no more.
The eczema came back in 2002. Nothing as bad as what my Grandmother had (her face, arms and hands) but irritating and socially hindering none the less. In 2004 I had my wisdom teeth pulled out and had a reaction to the penicillin, a first in my life. In 2005 I was taking care of a house and a dog. I would take the dog out for walks nd in this one filed in particular. I developed hives and my eczema came on particularly strong. As of three days ago, I have now been reunited with hayfever. Yeah!!!!
Mark Twain once said, "Age is a matter of mind and if you don't mind, it doesn't matter." I can appreciate Twain's point, but these damned allergies. Oh well, all I can do is cope and hope that when my body chemistry changes again, say around 2009-2010, that it changes back for the better. Now if you could excuse me, I have to go drain my sinuses and rub on some hydrocortisone.