I've been approved to be a New York attorney

I was going to write about my admission interview but since it wasn't much of an interview (Judge: "You've picked up a British accent, haven't you?" Me: "Well, I am a British citizen") I'm going to write about the matter most closely pressing my nasal passages as of now.

There are some of us who do not understand what torment hayfever sufferers go through because they are fortunate enough to not suffer from such allergies. The wise among the afflicted arm themselves with all kinds of the strongest medicines and go out into the world to play sports. Then there are people like me, who try to believe they are fine, and carry on with their daily lives as if nothing has happened, until they collapse in one heaving, congested heap while inhaling Flonase/Beconase/whatever.

My excuse for such irrational behaviour is because I don't want to admit to the fact that I have allergies against flowers (which I absolutely adore and love), cats (sorry Daniella I didn't tell you this on Sunday, but the thing is, I love cats), most pollen and insect bites (I should not be allowed to take walks in the countryside). Because that would be tantamount to admitting defeat - I have a broken immune system. Because M. doesn't ever buy me flowers ("I don't want to see you break out in hives", he says, coldly but sensibly) anyway. Because I will never get to own a cat, anyway. Because I love being out in the sun, smelling the sweet air, be it ever so full of pollen and bees.

So instead of doing the sensible thing, that is, taking anti-allergen medicines in the morning before getting out of the house, I end up waiting until mid-morning when my nose and ears are bulging with congestion and my face is swelling up. Then, and only then, will I sniff or take medication.

Gah. I think the Claritin is starting to kick in now. I can breathe through my nostrils again.