Working In The Dust

by Chester
(Pennsylvania)

It doesn't matter what kind of dirt it is. Dry dirt from a cellar, furniture that hasn't been cleaned, carpets that aren't vacuumed, a dusty road in the country. If I find the dust, my allergies go into overdrive.

I can't breathe, I break out in a rash, sneeze, sneeze and more sneeze, eyes tear and nose plugs up then runs constantly. Then my fingers and toes always itch like crazy.

I hate taking Benadryl, it always puts me to sleep. So I reach for all the other junk all those doctors give me that maybe works half the time.

One time my wife gave me some little white pills - told me to put them under my tongue and let them melt. She always took stuff out of this white shoebox case but I wouldn't try it. I already had enough junk from all my own doctors.

This time, nothing helped for the whole day. That's when she made me take some of those little white pills. I am used to real pills from a medical doctor so when she handed me more in about 15 minutes, I told her no way. It's too soon.

Of course we argued. And I lost. I took them.

I really didn't believe it but I actually did start feeling better.

Now when the little shoebox comes out I don't argue anymore. Just shut up and take them. I can't even pronounce the name anyway. By the way, it says hepar sulphuris calcareum on the bottle.