Mr. Hyde

It's allergy season again boys and girls! Time for itchy eyes, sneezing, the roof your mouth itches, runny nose, plugged up nose, puffy eyes, etc., etc. I'm sure there's more symptoms, but no need to be a downer, right? Thank God for allergy relief medicine. Even if it is only temporary at best, at least it gives you a measure of relief. Of course, as is the case with anything chemically produced, there are going to be side effects. In my case, I forego sleep, and live on the edge. Just ask my family. When not under the influence of the tiny little pill, my eyes itch non stop, and are usually blood shot. It appears I've been puffing the 'J', dancing with Mary Jane, caught in a ditch weed fire. The only differences are, I'm not having a Big Mac attack, and paranoia is replaced with misery. Instead of everyone assuming I'm firing up a bowl, I take a pill, and it all goes away. But here's where the transformation takes place. This is where the good Dr. Jekyl is morphed into Mr. Hyde. I have a tendency to tie up and gag my inner editor, and say what's on my mind. If it comes out wrong or harsh, I have no apologies. The old adage, 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all', should apply, but I can't stop myself. So an apology is in order for all of mankind, during allergy season. I'm not really myself until May. If I say harsh, mean things after May 1st, then you really had it coming. Prior to May 1st, please consider the source and accept my apologies. If you have to slap me, let me remove my glasses first.