Last Sunday was Mother’s Day here in the UK and in Australia. I wasn’t expecting rose petals on my bed, but I was hoping for a morning kiss and a breakfast made by someone else besides myself. I got squat. Nada. Nil. Zilch.

Kelvin woke me up at 6am saying he wants telly. I shooed him off to his Dad who turned over and snored his way out of the situation. Long story short I got up, fixed Kelvin his brekkie, did the fry-up for myself and hubby. Then sent some friends their “Happy Mother’s Day” greetings, answered a few calls and did some calling, too.

By 10am I was already grumpy. Hubby was bug-eyed and was wondering why I was being irrational. My so sweet a husband said that he sent his greetings to our friends and refrained from greeting me because he was holding out til lunch time. I don’t know where he gets this crazy idea that it will be a better surprise for me, when he was only going to say “happy mother’s day, mahal” to me. It’s not as if he was going to give me a 10-carat diamond ring. (more…

Everyone’s looking forward to Summer, myself included. Though I dread the hayfever season I have been preparing mentally and physically for my perennial enemy.

Since the start of March I stayed away from dairy products and I also spent £350 for a batch of immunotheraphy jabs.

Breakspear is my last resort in battling my hayfever. The hayfever “package” included testing for the typical UK allergens and they pricked me with varying doses. The area with the least reaction has the least dose that my body can take. They then sent me home with frozen measured doses good for three (3) months.

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It took nine (9!!) jabs to determine the right shot for me. The worst reaction (the biggest of the lot) actually stayed with me for 5 itchy days. It also left a pock mark.

So I have been pricking myself here and there and everywhere for eight days now and so far so good. I have a daily reminder for my dose, now I know how diabetics feel with their daily regular insulin shots.

I hope and pray that this expensive treatment works. I hope I can enjoy my birthday in June without sneezing and wheezing. I hope I wake up in the July morning without feeling short of breath and tired. I hope I enjoy my August walks without itchy, watery eyes.

I hope, I hope! This is the end of my allergen curse.