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Do steroids go bad?

I worked in the garden for five hours yesterday and got loads done. I didn't think it would take so long, but since I'm down to doing about one day of heavy-duty gardening a month I figured I better suck it up and finish it all.  I'm so good at kicking my own ass.  I put in corn, onions, strawberries, watermelon, chives, basil, parsley, a bunch of flowers, on top of the tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, beans, and zucchini I already had in.  I know, I know.  It's late to be putting in veggies. (And I know it totally drives my dad bonkers that I break all the cardinal rules of gardening and still somehow get produce.  Which is kind of fun in itself.)  But you know, Orchard Supply is still bringing in vegetables and we're hot here until September, sometimes October so it seems like a shame not to attempt growing them.  I mean, that's like perfectly good food going to waste! 

And there must be some good coming out of the blasted heat!  (But I'm not bitter. Or sunburnt.)

Anyway, I also had a massive allergy attack.  Probably the worst one I've ever had.  Like four hours after I came inside AND took a shower I still had massive congestion and itchy eyes and shit.  I don't usually get that bad so I didn't have a clue what to do.  I stuck some cold compresses on my eyes (they still do that right?  that's not middle aged) and I took Nyquil on top of the Claritin.  But then I just got really sleepy.  So at 7:30 I decided to go lay down for a bit

This is the part where you all are shaking your heads and shouting, "Noooooo!  Don't lay down!" right?

Have you ever fallen into that state of sleep where you know you should be up but you're so groggy and confused and possibly drooling that every little thing kind of makes it into your dreams, like the cat trying to sit on your face, and not the good dreams where you're getting it on with some hottie but the nagging dreams where you're really sure you've forgotten something important - like in my case,  I'm at BlogHer (09!) but I've forgotten to call Lori to check into our room so I don't even know where I'm crashing but it's some strange couch somewhere - and you're telling yourself to wake up but you just can't?

Yeah, I did that.  Until 7:00 this morning.

Well, sometime in the middle of the night I woke up, still congested, but with enough clarity to rummage through my cupboards until I found some Rhinocort that was only five years old.  Said steroids I promptly snorted. 

So on the one hand I'm totally proud (and totally fearful) of my backyard, but on the other I feel like I slept through at least five hours of productive time. 

Hopefully, my boss won't read this. They probably frown on steroid snorting.

So what ARE you supposed to do with a massive allergy attack?  Anyone?        
              - wg

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