You had me at post-nasal drip!

You would think having a major neurological disorder would entitle you to a Get Out Of Jail Free card for other annoying stuff - like allergies, acid reflux, and teenage parenting stress!

But nooooooo . . . . That's not true. No passes for this chickie! Sometimes life just chips away at ya. But you have to keep a sense of humor. My husband Greg cracked me up last night. My allergies are in full swing. It was late and I went to join him in bed. He was reading his Kayaking magazine. I just finished my nightly shot. I was in my unconscious complaining mode: "Oh man, that shot hurt! Sting! Ouchie, Ouchie!" Whine, whine, whine. . . And then I started into "and these allergies are driving me nuts, at least the post-nasal drip which caused that tickle in my throat has let up. Boy that cough was annoying." With a handful of tissues I crawled into bed and continued "now it's going out the other way" as I blew my nose. My husband got a mischievous smile on his face, and said to me: "You had me at post-nasal drip." We both cracked up!

Boy, I'm grateful for a patient hubby who makes me laugh.