Alright, folks, here’s a head-scratcher for you: Could my innocent little allergy pill, Zyrtec, be the sneaky culprit behind my current, ahem, “standstill” situation? I mean, I’m out here battling pollen with the tenacity of a brave knight, only to find myself in a jousting tournament with an uncooperative lance.
So, is it possible that the quest for itch-free eyes and a nose that minds its own business could be killing the mood faster than you can say “hay fever”? Has anyone else experienced this, or am I just allergic to success in more ways than one? I mean, I’m all for trading in tissues for a functional evening, but not if it means sacrificing my other sword!
Let me know if the antihistamine gods have cursed you too, or if I should just retire my armor and become a monk. Looking forward to your laughs and insights!