From April until August I can’t open the windows. I make my boyfriend shower before he gets in bed, smear Vaseline around my nostrils, eat local honey, and spend too much money on Allevia (fexofenadine), lubricating eye drops, super strength nasal sprays and prescription inhalers. Still, I can barely breathe, because the pollen has come – and if it were down to natural selection, I wouldn’t make it out of the ever-lengthening hay fever season alive.
This might all sound incredibly dramatic. But, as anyone who suffers from extreme allergies will know, it really is that debilitating. The morning after a high pollen count day, I often struggle to get out of bed as I battle through a so-called “hay fever hangover”, which depletes my energy, increases brain fog and, consequently, exacerbates my depression.
