The internet is such a rich resource of information. It is where I find out more about my condition called Allergic Rhinitis or hay fever. I have been diagnosed with this allergic reaction to pollen, dust and other air pollutants back in 2004. While some people have it seasonal I unluckily got the perennial type. I couldn’t research enough on it and if only there is something I could do to breathe easier.
I could wear a mask and filter the air but I would look a bit funny walking around with it. I could stay in the house with an air-filter and never come out. Drink antihistamines and feel like a walking zombie. I have a nasal spray in the morning and evening. Some decongestants may also help. Or I could just stop breathing, drop dead and be free from it.
It isn’t exactly a terminal condition it just makes your life less comfortable. It’s a combination of Post Nasal Drip, Sneezing, recurring cough, regular dose of throat infection and more. Of course the obvious cure is to stay away from the allergens. But how do you exactly do it when you have to go outside and walk in the streets. How do you avoid it when someone smokes consistently beside you?
Based on my research, passive smoking increases the nasal obstruction to those who have allergic rhinitis. Obviously this is true. When she starts smoking, I would start coughing as my post nasal drip is dramatically amplified. By the end of the day I just feel tired and my throat feels torn to the point of bleeding because of the uncontrollable series of coughing. This isn’t exactly a good working condition for anyone who doesn’t enjoy inhaling smoke in the office.
Everyone knows the dangers of smoking and even the packaging says “Smoking Kills”. I respect people who want to discard that health warning and continue with the puffing-spree. I tried smoking for the heck of it and gladly I didn’t find any reason to even start making it a habit. But I have been passively smoking for the last 20 months. Too bad, with my condition, I might end up dead sooner that the actual smoker.
As a sign of protest when the smoke started getting into my eyes and of course my nose, I stepped out of the office and didn’t come back. I now unofficially call the office, the Death Zone. For a change, the air outside the streets seemed clean and fresh.
It would be nice to work at home and not worry about developing lung cancer. I am ending my day with a Facebook post saying “I would rather smell Fart!”.