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Common Ground

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast,” Alexander Pope supposedly said.

Unfortunately my allergies have been springing in my chest. My hope? That the results aren’t eternal and that spring ends soon. The sooner the better.

The thought of spring lasting eternally is just too much for me this morning. All you lovers of spring avoid sharing your bouncy enthusiasm for this time of year. Spare me, please.



Hope also that the three nasty-tasting magic pills swallowed yesterday kick in soon. My nurse wife says it will be about 24 hours before they take effect.

The waiting makes this old body feel like one of those planes that’s in a holding pattern circling the airport for hours about to run out of fuel before it can land.



My hope is that the case of tissue we bought at Sam’s Club will last through the day. At least the Nasacort (triamicinolone acetonide) nasal spray is working and I can breath again from my old runny nose.

A little relief goes a long way. That’s why a small dispenser of either Visine-A or Opcon-A drops for eye allergy relief stays in my pocket.

I can only hope that it doesn’t leak out into my pants pocket like the last one I bought. My faucet-running nose is embarrassing enough.

The prescribed Combivent Inhaler can be used four times a day. Taking a couple of puffs deep into the lungs keeps the bronchitis on the run.

Hoping in something like ipratropium bromide and albuterol sulfate cracks me up. And keeping my sense of humor is a must since the rest of the family accuses me of being a grouch when I’m sick.

The worse part of all this is there just doesn’t seem to be much a person can do to avoid the fierceness of this allergy season.

As soon as the symptoms of itching eyes, nose and throat started a few weeks ago, I began taking Zyrtec but to no avail. Having used dozens of antihistamines over the years, most seem to eventually lose their effect. For me the over the counter stuff is like taking candy.

The trip to West Texas last week with Clifford Duncan to see Dr. Jim Goss may have had a hand in all this. A friend’s e-mail said, “You shouldn’t have come to East Texas in the spring. All of us in West Texas have allergies.”

Silly man that I am, sometimes you have to do what you got to do. And Clifford and I had to go see Jim. All three of us needed our spirits uplifted by being together again planning for one last Ute Trail trip this summer . just a few of us.

Hoping for time together to help preserve the Ute Culture, that trip was a must. Whether it contributed to my severe allergies or not is a mute question now.

Hope. It springs eternal in the human breast . and so does allergy related bronchitis. I find that funny, really funny. In a sick kind of way.


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