John's been great and got the watering system in, got the support system up for the sugar snap peas and the raspberries, and I just had to do a few things to get everything else together. But in the midst of it I just couldn't breathe again. I had to use the damned emergency inhaler and while it worked, I just... I really hate not being able to breathe. And when I woke up this morning, I had a huge three inch by three inch patch of hives and really upset skin where my shot was LAST WEEK. So something's up in the air. The clinic recommended I take my other meds, too, which I had, as it seemed the wise thing to do, so I'm breathing again, but I'm half afraid to push it any more than that.
I had to call the OUR center manager and just tell him I just... well... *can't* work in the garden this year. He understands. I still feel terrible about it in some ways; but it was the sane thing to do. John says he wishes I didn't have to deal with these allergies and the asthma. I agree. But it's a lot easier when we're doing it together.
Well, and THEN I broke like four or five of my tomato seedlings and that made me very sad. It got really windy out and I dropped one of the trays. *sniffle*