Out Of Breath

It’s finally springtime!!! I love the smell in the air during spring. All fresh and new, hmmm (ahhh hatching, sniff sniff). Watching the flowers bloom, the birds building their nests, that whole period of rebirth thing going on. “It’s rejuvenating!”

I should actually feel alive again…like a bear that slowly awakens from its long winter nap. But hell, no I’m not! This year, I decided that I hate spring. It wasn’t a decision that I took lightly, but after sneezing and blowing my nose for what seemed like the hundredth times in the last 30 minutes, it was the only conclusion I could come to. Sometimes, I can barely resist the urge to scream or say f_ck. It sucks!!! At times like this I wanted to pack it in and move to Philippines again. At least the pollen count there would be minimal. Haay naku, kong madali lang sanang gawin eh di nandoon na ako ngayon.

Why I said I decided that I hate spring? Well, it’s because my allergy is worse this year. I look like a fish gaping for breath dahil hindi na nakakatulong sa akin ang normal na antihistamine tablets. Almost everyday at any provocation I suffer from running nose and atopic bronchial asthma. Papa G. advised me to take cortisone tablet as long as pollen count levels is high, and I am also taking salbutamol inhaler and corticosteroid dry inhaler for my bronchial asthma.


Ang pinakamalungkot, our Gillian is also allergic to pollen. He really looks miserable, his eyes are swelling badly, sneezes a lot, he has dry cough and getting sore throat from all the coughing. It squeezes my heart everytime he cough and says “awaa” (ouch). Then he starts wheezing and can’t breath properly during midnight or very early in the morning. He has stuffy nose that irritates him badly kaya laging nag-iiyak lalong-lalo na sa gabi. Ang pinakamasaklap sa lahat, ayaw niyang magpagamot kaya dinadaan namin sa puwersa. He even hate his Pari Boy nebuliser even if it has a Micky Mouse handle cover. Poor boy.


Beng Hafner is my name. Well, most of you know that already. I am a mother of 3 and a granny of 3 cute kids. I am proud to be who I am and I am proud of the way I am. I am alive because I have a lot to live for. I have many dreams that I wish to reach for and I have many journeys to make. My life is like a soap opera, and you are the audience.

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