Sick Day

I guess I can't complain considering I've been traveling for three months and today was the first day I physically couldn't get out of bed. And, more importantly, I should be grateful it was due to allergies instead of some other foreign illness that my bag of tricks wouldn't have the cure for. What I don't get is how on earth our bodies can produce so much to keep our noses running throughout the day. I have gone through half a toilet paper roll because they only supplied me with a cute "travel" case of tissues. I decided to attempt to get some fresh air earlier today and ventured out to the roof deck for some sun (it was another gorgeous, sunny day here). I was on my own initially, but more and more people kept arriving, and I was too embarrassed to keep reaching for the toilet paper roll, so I went back to the comfort of my room where I could blow my nose in peace. By that point my nighttime cold medicine had kicked in (I seem to be immune to Clariten and all I have left is Tylenol cold p.m.), and for the next several hours I was in and out of consciousness, only coming too when I could no longer breathe. I guess that's a plus. I'm hoping the nighttime medicine works long enough to get me through tomorrow morning so I can buy some new allergy pills over here. So annoying.