“You’re weak. You’ve got weak blood,” he said to me.
He’s absolutely right, and while I know that he was just teasing me, those aren’t the kind of words a girl wants to hear from her soon-to-be husband. I sniffle and snivel, and make the occasional snorting noise in a feeble attempt to itch the wretched depths between my nose and the back of my throat. Yeah, weak blood is right. Though I’ve started my fresh bee pollen regimen in an attempt to naturally build up my allergen resistance, I sure could use all the help I can get with these darned allergies. Read More →