The Direction I’m Heading

Minus the feathered hair, mind you.

This realization after I opened the front door to a beautiful spring day, and then sneezed for five minutes straight. Which is not as much fun as it sounds like, trust me.

28 Comments on “The Direction I’m Heading”

  1. I have had good success with a relatively new antihistamine, called Aerius in Canada, which is the brand name for desloratadine. I don’t know what it is down there, but it has been working well for me.

  2. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, fan of boobs

  3. My antihistamine of voice varies from year to year. The same thign rarely works for more than a couple of years in a row. I suspect that has something to do with being on them from mid-April until frost, though.

    I’ve taken Aerius and it worked quite well. Last year, I was able to switch back to a generic version of Reactine and it seems to be OK this year as well. It’s cheap, too: 72 day’s worth for $20. :-)

  4. Interesting movie.

    When it was first on TV my wife (who was in labor) insisted on waiting until the movie was over before going to the hospital. We almost didn’t make it.

    On a different note, all of my allergies disappeared about age 43 to 45. I wish you the same. (perhaps sooner)

  5. Generic brand Flonase is the only way I survive the modern world anymore.

  6. Antihistamines make me too woozy. They work, but then I’m basically incapable of actually doing anything productive, so they’re not very helpful. I go with Singulair instead.

  7. I would see if there were some way to win an old NASA space suit. Write jingles or something. Then – fix up said suit and go around outside in it. No allergies – and all kinds of exciting adventure possibilities.

  8. I recently wrote my annual please consider Cromolyn for allergies if you haven’t tried it post.
    It’s an otc spray (used to be a prescription) that prevents the nose’s mast cells from releasing histamines in the first place. It’s not a steroid, doesn’t have a rebound, and has given me 15 years of “wow, I can go outdoors in the springtime!” It takes a day or two to build up (but also to fade away- so no instant hurt if you forget a day), and then for almost all days it’s sufficient against the pollens. On the very worse days I’ll also take an antihistamine.

    It is, unfortunately, not well known.

  9. I’m not sure exactly where I saw it, but a couple of days ago I was looking at an article about people with sneezing fetishes. Maybe you can find the positive side of your malady.

  10. I was almost a parking lot baby because my mom wanted to watch this movie.
    All in all a decent film, But I prefer children to be born in the presence of a trained medical professional. Not a 17 year old Valet Parking kid(especially when I’m the child).

  11. You sure this time it was allergies and not photic sneeze reflex?

    Which I call, “being allergic to the sun”!

    The Evil Disc provides free light, heat and energy to all and sundry, and also makes me sneeze…

  12. I can sympathize. I got out for some exercise, dusted off my bike, had a beautiful ride- enjoying the cool breeze, the warm sun, the waves of pollen from all the Bradford pear trees in my neighborhood- hack hack gasp gasp. Jeez, I was just trying to be healthy!

    Fast forward four weeks and I’m still trying to shake off the bronchitis that little bike ride cost me. I feel better today, I can actually walk across the parking lot at work without collapsing in a coughing fit.

    Yay, healthy living.

  13. Two pronged attack, John: Zyrtec or other 24-hour non-drowsy antihistamine, combined with a steroid nasal spray (I use Nasacort). Changed my life — I used to be an sniveling wretch from August through October, now I’m just a wretch.

  14. *Everything* is blooming right now – especially trees. I think because it was so cold for so long, trees got a late start. Have you tried Zicam? I love the stuff – it really works for me. They have ‘Intense Sinus Relief’ which has menthol and eucalyptus. Give it a try…

  15. I used to live on a beach, and never had allergies. I moved inland, and it was Sneeze City. I’m back on the beach now.

    It sucks, because I planned to retire in New Hampshire. I own a cozy house in a town with a covered bridge. It rents well, which is rare for that deep in the sticks.

  16. I need a suit or bubble to go outside, I would love it and am trying to get into clinical trials to try and make it possible. The thing is I have rare allergies, the not so common to control and the wonder of how I am still living. I have had 15 life-threatening anapylactic/asthma attacks all caused by allergic reactions. Specialists have actually sent me to other specialists after running out of meds that I can take and even rebuilding my immune system. Allergies are taking on form now and theories are actually forming some truths. The allergies I have are all year, house, cats, latex, fish, latex foods-bananas, lemons, strawberries, potatoes, corn, peas, avocados, kiwi, papayas, paprika. Dyes and artificial flavors. The smell of the foods or just handling can make me have a reaction. After researching myself, I take 12-24 benedryl a day, Ibuprofen and have an inhaler on standby, usually caffeine keeps me pretty clear. The beast has caused reactions on every part of my body inside and out. All I would like is a suit, so I can go outside or work, because they do not classify this illness as a disability.

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