Sufferin' Sniffle Succotash

When I moved here a year ago, I noticed all sorts of things that I found quite odd about Texans. One of them was how so many people here seemed to suffer from allergies…year round even. I used to tilt my head in wonder and laugh a little (on the inside of course) at all of the people that had these insane allergies. Some of them wouldn’t even leave the building where they worked to avoid massive allergy attacks. They would leave their house via the covered garage and drive to work and park in the covered garage and lave the same way, never going outside all day. I was repeatedly informed and warned, “Just wait. You’ll get ‘em too. You live here long enough…everyone get’s ‘em.” I decided that ‘it’ would not and could not happen to me. For, if “it” did happen to me, then that would mean this quasi East Coast snob would become a Texan? Am I just being kind to myself by saying ‘quasi’?

Cut to one year later. Last week, I am walking out of my ear doctor’s office with 3 prescriptions in hand: Liqui-bid, Clarinex and Nasonex. I have something called Eustachian Tube Dysfunction, which I have actually been dealing with for 2 years now. Only lately, the constant ear popping and pressure has gotten out of hand and quite painful. So, it seems that my newly acquired allergies have worsened my condition, and quite possibly may be my condition. Great, I have been laughing at myself this entire time.

So, not that you ever have, but in case you ever do wonder how Antonio Banderas has become so loaded (OK besides Shrek and his other two hundred films), wonder no more my friend: It is Nasonex. You know, he’s the voice of that little bee on the Nasonex commercials telling us in his cute little accent about seasonal allergies and nasal conjest-yiun. Very cute indeed, but pricey as hell even with good health insurance. Damn you, Antonio the Bee, I am now hooked on the drugs you are pushing. They do work and I am sad to say that those allergy sufferin’ Texans were right.…..sniffle, sniffle.