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A Ragweed By Any Other Name

Dear Mr. Ragweed,

After 5 springs of avoiding you like the plague, you'll be happy to know that I am back in the land of now breathing, specifically due to a very unlikely ally of yours....

The Yellow Dust from China.

You see, here in Korea, all of us unassuming foreigners are being attacked by this dusty substance that is blow over the entire country for..well..I've been told the ENTIRE SPRING SEASON.

This means, I'm back to being stuffed up and nasally, except this time, I don't have any of the strong stuff to help me avoid you. The Korean medicine is doing it's best but I can tell you, it's no match for your dust friend.

You must have been in such a rage while I was in the UK, breathing in and out, smelling and eating like a normal human being, while you were stuck all the way back there in Canada, helpless to debilitate me as you usually do during the spring and autumn months.

I'm sure you're partying it up right now, with your allergen friends, smoking and drinking and high fiving each other at the turn around in my sinus cavity.

I suppose, if you ever meet your new buddy the dust man in a bar, you'll be sure to buy him a beer. I'd say he deserves a good gin and tonic for all the hard work he put into making my breathing Darth Vader-ish but you'll never find that easily in Korea.

At least I can take solace in the fact that even though I can't get a good drink in Korea, neither can the allergen community.

Sincerely, long time sufferer, first time re-sufferer
A

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kim joo mee said…
yah it wasn't me:) I'm not that clever. mua.

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