These past twelve days I have been almost violently ill from a severe allergic reaction to dust and dust mites. Oh, I’ve always been allergic to these little buggers but now that I live in Arizona… In the Valley of the Sun… this allergy has gone to a whole new level. When the wind blows mightily or one of our infamous dust storms hits us, I no longer have an allergic reaction; I pop a full blown infection. Realizing this, the medical profession has called for changes I’d not expected; and while they will make me a healthier woman, these changes are not easy to accept after years of living a way I can no longer live.
The changes have ranged from completely washing down every wall, every piece of wood and glass in my house to the addition of washing all of the floors, bedding, pillows, and picture frames. This pretty much describes my regiment for Spring cleaning, which once took place in April or May but now, is a weekly and even daily event in my home.
Now we must pause here a moment to make this insert… Since I had to