Yesterday, my allergies attacked and caught me completely off-guard. I was sneezing and sniffling up a storm. For some relief, I took an antihistamine, but it was as effective as a York Peppermint Patty (without the minty goodness).

The longer I was in the office, the worse it got. It became clear that the only way to alleviate the symptoms, short of going home for the day or relocating my cubicle outside, was to find a wrench and give my nose a good 180-degree turn.

I could only imagine how annoyed my coworkers were with me. Many of them, I'm sure, were thinking up creative and painful ways to put me of my (and their) misery.

All day, all I wanted to do was tilt my head back, recline and sleep. The cubicle hardly seemed like an appropriate place for snoozing, so at lunch, I wandered over to Circle of Palms to soak up some sun. The extra Vitamin C was enough to get me through the rest of the day, functioning in a fog, but at least alive.

The workday eventually ended. The light rail was standing room only, which meant vertical napping. I was able to close my eyes on the bus for a while, but didn't allow myself to drift off too deeply. I wasn't in the mood to miss my stop.

By the time I got home, the couch was looking irresistible. I changed into sweats, took another peppermint patty and collapsed on the cushions.

Today, my allergies seem to be under control. No sneezing. No sniffling. I'm keeping up with the medication just to keep my nose in line and the symptoms at bay. It's simply isn't fun when allergies attack.