I am not particularly in touch with my body. I’m not sure why that is. I’ll be up sick throughout the night with indigestion and it’ll take Abby pointing out the next morning for me to realize that it was the Indian food that did that to me and not some random act of God. 

It is because of this limited awareness that I am not certain when my allergies began. Abby is pretty sure that I was not feeling great this time last year, thinks it has something to do with the rag weed. I am inclined to trust her, she’s almost certainly correct. 

One thing that stokes my doubt is that the recent observation by my doctor of how screwy my nose has become makes me think that it might be a bit of nocebo, which is like placebo but bad. It has been explained to me that the wounded narrowness of my nose may be having the effect of exacerbating any potential inflammation or allergy. If I’m allergic at all, in a way that a normal-nosed-person might just shrug off, my nose instantly closes up and I enjoy a cascading effect of increasingly not great symptoms. 

Who knows if that’s what’s going on or if I just rearranged the rugs.

Either way I’m sneezing an awful, awful lot.