May 12th, 2005

ewe

Have I mentioned that I hate summer?

Spring is fine, nicer weather, lots of lovely things in bloom and in leaf, longer daylight (and this far north, you really notice it when the clocks go forward)... It's all good.

But come May, and a few days of consistently warm weather, and what happens? I'm waking up every night because I can't breathe. Blah. Hateful asthma. At least it waited until after my viva, and at least I have medicine which does a reasonable job of controlling it. It'll take a few days to build up a dose, but after that I should be ok more often than not. (It also has the useful side-effect of reducing my sneeziness, though it's evil medicine which one wouldn't take just for mild hay fever.)

Then of course I'm moving back to Cambridge where my asthma is always worse, and probably at this rate right in the height of summer.

Apologies for the whingeing...

Today is the 18th day, making 2 complete weeks and 4 days of the Omer.