Dzisiaj pada deszcz. = It's raining today.
Myślałem, że nie będzie deszczu. = I thought it wouldn't rain.
Jutro będzie deszcz. = Tomorrow it'll be raining.
Jutro nie będzie słońca. = Tomorrow the sun won't be out.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Language Week 1
I have an evening alone as the boss found a hotel room for tonight. And since Mausi mentioned this, off we go. Skip to the bottom to read the English version.
Hay muchos meses qué no habla mucho Español, solamente un poco con mis colegas de España. Sin embargo, su español es diferente qué yo aprendí, es como la diferencia entre íngles de EEUU y Inglaterra. Cuando fue a la conferecia en Houston, yo hablé lo un poco, especialmente porque el Español de allí, de México, es como el español de California, y conozco sus palabras más que las de los Españoles.
En el hotel, fui un poco cansada después el viaje desde Europa, y la mujer vino por la tarde para limpair el cuarto. Ella no comprendió bien el Inglés, entonces cambié a Español. Ella contestó entonces, y me preguntó-quiere Ud. más jabón, etc. Al fin, ella me dijo, ´no soy de España.´ Uh, ok. Usualmente las mujeres son de México o America Central. Y entonces en Inglés, ´soy de Rusia.´ Oops.
Yo pienso, tal vez estoy muy cansada. Pero, no parece bien, y pienso y pienso. Es extraño, pq usualmente oigo bien los sonidos de este parte de Europa. Finalmente--en la próxima día, realicé, su Inglés y el acento, fue como el Inglés de una persona que habla Español. Aprende o escuche a eso Inglés, tal vez de los otros trabajadores o de la gente de Houston, donde hay mucha gente que hablan Español como su primera lengua. Es un poco loco, una rusa que no tiene el acento ´normal´ de su país, pero del otro país.
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There are many months that I don't speak much Spanish, only a little with my colleagues from Spain. However, their Spanish is different than the Spanish that I learned, it's like the difference between the English of the US and the UK. When I went to the conference in Houston I spoke it a little, especially because the Spanish there, the Mexican Spanish, is like the Spanish of California, and I know their words better than the Spain Spanish.
In the hotel I was a little bit tired after the trip from Europe, and the woman came in the afternoon to clean the room. She didn't understand English well, so then I switched to Spanish. She answered then and asked me-do you want more soap, etc. At the end she said, "I am not from Spain." Uh, OK. Usually the women are from Mexico or Central America. And then in English "I am from Russia." Oops.
I think, perhaps I am very tired. But it doesn't seem right, and I think and think. It's strange, because usually I hear well the sounds of this part of Europe. Finally--on the next day, I realized, her English and accent, it was like the English of a Spanish speaker. She learns or listens to that English, perhaps from the other workers or the Houston people, where there are many people who speak Spanish as a first language. It's a little crazy, a Russian who does not have a 'normal' accent of her country, but of another country.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Get out the wooden shoes and tulips
I'm going to the Netherlands for a few days. I'm speaking at a conference and then taking the opportunity since I'm already there Friday, to stay into the weekend.
I'm hoping this stay will be pleasant. The latest into the summer I've ever been there has been Apr 1. Usually I'm there in the cold and gray winter months and I've come to associate the country with a pensive melancholy that isn't all bad since it's balanced with warm pubs and bright shops.
Back on Sunday.
I'm hoping this stay will be pleasant. The latest into the summer I've ever been there has been Apr 1. Usually I'm there in the cold and gray winter months and I've come to associate the country with a pensive melancholy that isn't all bad since it's balanced with warm pubs and bright shops.
Back on Sunday.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
class is back in session
While my German class and German teacher is great, I find that I learn the bulk of my German and my understanding of Germans outside of class. Some days it's not so useful words like 'Kartoffelkaefer', because I happened to find one of those in the kitchen at the office, other days it's a little more useful.
When D and I used to live in Deutz, a neighborhood of Cologne, we used to meet at a bar that was between our apartments, perhaps once a week. We had tried most of the bars in the immediate 10 block area, many with not so good results, including the one where they threw a man out because he heard us speaking English and became incensed and physically violent. Too bad he didn't ask us if we spoke German, then he would have really had something to complain about, the bad German that is multiplied in it's badness due to the fact that we speak it with two different accents and it's hard enough to understand mangled German when the accent is consistent.
However, at this in-between bar, something really clicked for us. It is a tiny hole in the wall, but we always have a lovely time when we go. It's almost like a German Cheers, we are recognized when we go, even though now that neither of us live in Deutz we only go once every few weeks. We are known as the foreigners there, but it's not said with that scrunched up frowny face, but instead with fascination and almost pride, as to the fact that their bar is so nice that foreigners would want to frequent it. And overall we're pretty non-invasive foreigners. We drink the local beer and speak German to the bar staff, although we chatter amongst ourselves in German.
Every time it's always an adventure and we always meet someone interesting there, and last night was no different. People often hear us speaking English and feel free to interrupt our conversation in English to test out their English skills and to ask us where we are from. We sat down near two gentlemen, who were perhaps 60-65 years old. Both spoke very fine English, and upon hearing where we were from, proceeded to tell us all of the places that they have been in our countries that we would perhaps know?
The one man was originally from East Germany and worked in a region there, Saxony Anhalt, known for producing chemicals. Because of his job he had the opportunity to travel to other countries, and he had to learn English, French, and Spanish. However, he mentioned that English is still difficult for him, because as a boy in East Germany he learned Russian as his first foreign language. Both men were very interesting, and as neighbors and friends they played off of each other, somewhat like those pseudo-cranky old men in the balcony of the Muppet show, always cracking jokes.
The most interesting part of the evening--beside the part where we got berated because we'll never learn proper German without dating a native German speaker--was when they were commenting about life in America, and route 66 and cowboys and Death Valley and all those great things that one can find in America. And the one man said, quite seriously, "you can have these things, we Germans, we don't, we cannot have dreams." Moments like this you can never find in a book on German culture.
When D and I used to live in Deutz, a neighborhood of Cologne, we used to meet at a bar that was between our apartments, perhaps once a week. We had tried most of the bars in the immediate 10 block area, many with not so good results, including the one where they threw a man out because he heard us speaking English and became incensed and physically violent. Too bad he didn't ask us if we spoke German, then he would have really had something to complain about, the bad German that is multiplied in it's badness due to the fact that we speak it with two different accents and it's hard enough to understand mangled German when the accent is consistent.
However, at this in-between bar, something really clicked for us. It is a tiny hole in the wall, but we always have a lovely time when we go. It's almost like a German Cheers, we are recognized when we go, even though now that neither of us live in Deutz we only go once every few weeks. We are known as the foreigners there, but it's not said with that scrunched up frowny face, but instead with fascination and almost pride, as to the fact that their bar is so nice that foreigners would want to frequent it. And overall we're pretty non-invasive foreigners. We drink the local beer and speak German to the bar staff, although we chatter amongst ourselves in German.
Every time it's always an adventure and we always meet someone interesting there, and last night was no different. People often hear us speaking English and feel free to interrupt our conversation in English to test out their English skills and to ask us where we are from. We sat down near two gentlemen, who were perhaps 60-65 years old. Both spoke very fine English, and upon hearing where we were from, proceeded to tell us all of the places that they have been in our countries that we would perhaps know?
The one man was originally from East Germany and worked in a region there, Saxony Anhalt, known for producing chemicals. Because of his job he had the opportunity to travel to other countries, and he had to learn English, French, and Spanish. However, he mentioned that English is still difficult for him, because as a boy in East Germany he learned Russian as his first foreign language. Both men were very interesting, and as neighbors and friends they played off of each other, somewhat like those pseudo-cranky old men in the balcony of the Muppet show, always cracking jokes.
The most interesting part of the evening--beside the part where we got berated because we'll never learn proper German without dating a native German speaker--was when they were commenting about life in America, and route 66 and cowboys and Death Valley and all those great things that one can find in America. And the one man said, quite seriously, "you can have these things, we Germans, we don't, we cannot have dreams." Moments like this you can never find in a book on German culture.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
follow-up on the goofy translation post
I had most recently mentioned here about this goofy-looking translation. To explain futher, when you see a sign in two languages, you expect it to say pretty much the same thing, to have the same meaning. Even better when you are somewhere foreign in Europe and there are multiple language translations, and you keep searching until you find one that you can understand.
The top right on the sign says 'Baggage claim' and 'Equipaje' with the little suitcase image. 'Equipaje' means luggage, so 'Baggage claim' makes sense.
On the bottom it says 'Información sobre Autobuses'. If you asked me to translate that to English, I would say 'Information about buses'. However, it says 'Ground Transportation' with the images of a bus and a taxi.
Where I would be tempted to take umbrage is that not only is the literal translation different, but it tends to slightly push the assumption that the Spanish speaker would be needing a bus rather than a taxi or some other form of ground transportation. A better choice to allign them would have been 'Autobuses/Taxis' on the Spanish portion, or to have 'Information about buses' as the English selection.
As a native American English speaker in an American company and the only one in my immediate area of 50 people (although there are other native English speakers who are British, Irish, etc. around), when someone needs a translations proofed they bring it on over. Because the largest English speaking population is American, they tend to want to gear it toward American English verbiage.
I proof all sorts of levels of English, from school English 20 years ago to "fluent just out of the university English'. Because it is often HR things that need to be signed by the higher-ups and the submitter wants it to be perfect, as well as because they usually put both the German and English together on any announcement so anyone would be free to recognize a bad translation, this sign's poor translation in such a public place rather irks me.
The top right on the sign says 'Baggage claim' and 'Equipaje' with the little suitcase image. 'Equipaje' means luggage, so 'Baggage claim' makes sense.
On the bottom it says 'Información sobre Autobuses'. If you asked me to translate that to English, I would say 'Information about buses'. However, it says 'Ground Transportation' with the images of a bus and a taxi.
Where I would be tempted to take umbrage is that not only is the literal translation different, but it tends to slightly push the assumption that the Spanish speaker would be needing a bus rather than a taxi or some other form of ground transportation. A better choice to allign them would have been 'Autobuses/Taxis' on the Spanish portion, or to have 'Information about buses' as the English selection.
As a native American English speaker in an American company and the only one in my immediate area of 50 people (although there are other native English speakers who are British, Irish, etc. around), when someone needs a translations proofed they bring it on over. Because the largest English speaking population is American, they tend to want to gear it toward American English verbiage.
I proof all sorts of levels of English, from school English 20 years ago to "fluent just out of the university English'. Because it is often HR things that need to be signed by the higher-ups and the submitter wants it to be perfect, as well as because they usually put both the German and English together on any announcement so anyone would be free to recognize a bad translation, this sign's poor translation in such a public place rather irks me.
Monday, June 11, 2007
goofy spanish translation at EWR airport?
Newark Airport has always had English/Spanish signage everywhere.
You don't need heavy language skills to figure out the below. Does anything about the green part strike you as odd?
You don't need heavy language skills to figure out the below. Does anything about the green part strike you as odd?
Sunday, June 10, 2007
look closely
much time was spent on the balkon garden this weekend, and it has now officially shifted from setup mode to maintenance mode. in this photo, if you look closely you will see a spider. a bit of his web is visble at the top left leaf point. if you look slightly below the top of the left leaf and shift your gaze to the right, you'll see a brown blip that seems to be in the tree. that's my stellar photo taking, that's the spider.
i saw no reason to keep trying to take his photo, because this was actually the third go. in addition, this is his third choice of a web location, so i don't want to force him to move yet again due to me bothering him. his first choice was connected on top of my tomato plant that i like to spin, move and clip agressively. he then tried going between the two balkon chairs. finally he settled here, out of the main stream of activity. i'm hoping this location suits him, although i imagine the leaves may shift a bit, forcing him to re-do some activity (it's a cucumber plant, so it should grow and shift reasonably quickly).
i saw no reason to keep trying to take his photo, because this was actually the third go. in addition, this is his third choice of a web location, so i don't want to force him to move yet again due to me bothering him. his first choice was connected on top of my tomato plant that i like to spin, move and clip agressively. he then tried going between the two balkon chairs. finally he settled here, out of the main stream of activity. i'm hoping this location suits him, although i imagine the leaves may shift a bit, forcing him to re-do some activity (it's a cucumber plant, so it should grow and shift reasonably quickly).
Friday, June 08, 2007
my new cat
i'll explain later where she came from and how she became 'my new cat'. fortunately she's living with my grandmother and aunt as my apartment in germany doesn't allow pets and they have two cats so she'll have some company rather than hanging out in my empty apartment for 10 hours alone all day.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
why June 7th is my favorite German holiday
--more often than not, it tends to rain on the May holidays. it never rains here on the June one, or so i think anyway. ;-)
--neither belgium nor the netherlands have this day as a holiday, so stores are open across the border. just think of the shopping possibilities. and even better, it's not just one or the other, so the crush of germans crossing the border will be a little more spread out.
--the germans don't go across the border so much on this holiday anyway, or for some reason there seems to be less traffic, perhaps not only for the above reason. i imagine if it's nice weather the rule is to stay home and work on the garden, because, well, it's the rule for June 7.
--my balkon garden actually has some green shoots and baby plants to look at where it didn't so much in May.
--i've started to regularly take my main holiday for the year in July. so now it's only a month away.
--neither belgium nor the netherlands have this day as a holiday, so stores are open across the border. just think of the shopping possibilities. and even better, it's not just one or the other, so the crush of germans crossing the border will be a little more spread out.
--the germans don't go across the border so much on this holiday anyway, or for some reason there seems to be less traffic, perhaps not only for the above reason. i imagine if it's nice weather the rule is to stay home and work on the garden, because, well, it's the rule for June 7.
--my balkon garden actually has some green shoots and baby plants to look at where it didn't so much in May.
--i've started to regularly take my main holiday for the year in July. so now it's only a month away.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
the rest of the mystery layover revealed
Since elaine and adam knew it was Newark, New Jersey, here are some more details in case you want to visit. The name for the neighborhood is Ironbound. You can read about it here or here.
There was quite a large selection of Portuguese and Spanish restaurants from the small cafes to upscale places, so given the option again, I would definitely go back.
The closest train station? Newark Penn Station (not to be confused with New York Penn Station), and it is served by the fine folks at NJ Transit who run the local/regional NJ trains such as the one I took from the airport, Amtrak if you're coming from further away, or PATH if you're coming from the NYC side.
So you want to travel from Newark Liberty Airport to the Ironbound neighborhood of Newark, New Jersey? If you want to make a daytrip like me from the Newark Airport, it's very simple. Follow the AirTrain signs inside the airport and buy your ticket from the machine using paper money, coins, or a credit card from the NJ Transit ticket machines. It costs 7.50 each way, so buy 2 one way tickets to get there and back. Go upstairs and get on the AirTrain and get off at the RailLink which is the second (and last) stop. It comes after P4 parking. The AirTrain goes in two directions, so when you're getting on, make sure you get on in the right direction.
Use your ticket to get through the turnstile and go down the stairs to the platform. Wait there for one of the regional trains heading toward north toward NYC. (You cannot get on an Amtrak train, your NJ Transit ticket is only good for NJ Transit trains.) They are clearly marked on the schedule on the TV monitor in the waiting room, or look for a train that is silver with orange/brown rather than silver with red/blue (Amtrak). There are two NJ Transit lines coming through, the Northeast Corridor or the New Jersey coast line. Both stop at Newark Penn Station so hop on either one.
You are only going one stop to Newark Penn Station and it takes 5 minutes. The trains toward NYC are often crowded, but don't worry, people will stand in the aisles and such and you're only going one stop. Get off at Newark Penn Station. You want to walk toward Ironbound and away from the business district. The area outside Newark Penn Station has Ironbound clearly marked. If you happen to walk out an exit where you don't see an Ironbound directional sign, then continue to follow the perimeter of the train station building as there are clearly marked signs in existence.
Give yourself perhaps 5 to 10 min max depending on which exit you came through to reach the edge of the neighborhood, and then walk around and enjoy.
Overall timings from the airport:
--Leaving baggage claim you need from 5-20 min depending on where you are to go back up one escalator and find your way to the ticket machine.
--You need from 5-15 min to get a ticket, depending on if there are people in line in front of you.
--You need 10-12 min to wait for the AirTrain and then take the ride to the Rail station.
--Another 3 min and you'll be on the platform.
--Depending on the time of day, you may wait from 10-40 min for an NJ Transit train. These trains may often be 20 min late, so factor that into the equation.
--Then 5 min on the train and anther 5-10 min to be in the neighboorhood.
So depending on the timing of everything you may be door to door in an hour as I was, although I had budgeted 1.5 hours to get there. I had done the same for the return trip, so I'd say you'd want a four hour layover or more to make your travel worth the effort.
Assuming you have a painfully longer layover, rather than going to Newark Penn Station, you can instead go to New York Penn Station, just follow the above instructions and your ticket will instead cost 15 USD each way and you will be on the train longer, until New York Penn Station, the end of the line at around 40 min. Then you're on your own to find good Portuguese food!
There was quite a large selection of Portuguese and Spanish restaurants from the small cafes to upscale places, so given the option again, I would definitely go back.
The closest train station? Newark Penn Station (not to be confused with New York Penn Station), and it is served by the fine folks at NJ Transit who run the local/regional NJ trains such as the one I took from the airport, Amtrak if you're coming from further away, or PATH if you're coming from the NYC side.
So you want to travel from Newark Liberty Airport to the Ironbound neighborhood of Newark, New Jersey? If you want to make a daytrip like me from the Newark Airport, it's very simple. Follow the AirTrain signs inside the airport and buy your ticket from the machine using paper money, coins, or a credit card from the NJ Transit ticket machines. It costs 7.50 each way, so buy 2 one way tickets to get there and back. Go upstairs and get on the AirTrain and get off at the RailLink which is the second (and last) stop. It comes after P4 parking. The AirTrain goes in two directions, so when you're getting on, make sure you get on in the right direction.
Use your ticket to get through the turnstile and go down the stairs to the platform. Wait there for one of the regional trains heading toward north toward NYC. (You cannot get on an Amtrak train, your NJ Transit ticket is only good for NJ Transit trains.) They are clearly marked on the schedule on the TV monitor in the waiting room, or look for a train that is silver with orange/brown rather than silver with red/blue (Amtrak). There are two NJ Transit lines coming through, the Northeast Corridor or the New Jersey coast line. Both stop at Newark Penn Station so hop on either one.
You are only going one stop to Newark Penn Station and it takes 5 minutes. The trains toward NYC are often crowded, but don't worry, people will stand in the aisles and such and you're only going one stop. Get off at Newark Penn Station. You want to walk toward Ironbound and away from the business district. The area outside Newark Penn Station has Ironbound clearly marked. If you happen to walk out an exit where you don't see an Ironbound directional sign, then continue to follow the perimeter of the train station building as there are clearly marked signs in existence.
Give yourself perhaps 5 to 10 min max depending on which exit you came through to reach the edge of the neighborhood, and then walk around and enjoy.
Overall timings from the airport:
--Leaving baggage claim you need from 5-20 min depending on where you are to go back up one escalator and find your way to the ticket machine.
--You need from 5-15 min to get a ticket, depending on if there are people in line in front of you.
--You need 10-12 min to wait for the AirTrain and then take the ride to the Rail station.
--Another 3 min and you'll be on the platform.
--Depending on the time of day, you may wait from 10-40 min for an NJ Transit train. These trains may often be 20 min late, so factor that into the equation.
--Then 5 min on the train and anther 5-10 min to be in the neighboorhood.
So depending on the timing of everything you may be door to door in an hour as I was, although I had budgeted 1.5 hours to get there. I had done the same for the return trip, so I'd say you'd want a four hour layover or more to make your travel worth the effort.
Assuming you have a painfully longer layover, rather than going to Newark Penn Station, you can instead go to New York Penn Station, just follow the above instructions and your ticket will instead cost 15 USD each way and you will be on the train longer, until New York Penn Station, the end of the line at around 40 min. Then you're on your own to find good Portuguese food!
Monday, June 04, 2007
The mystery layover - Bom dia!
My flight from the Midwest to the East coast was cancelled so they moved me to one that left around 8 AM, arriving around 11 AM. My East coast to Cologne flight did not leave until 18 ish. Stuck with 7 hours in the airport before an 8 hour flight, and the luggage already checked through, I left the airport for a little half day trip.
I've yet to make it to Portugal proper, so I went to 'Little Portugal':
I stopped at a local supermarket and perused the Goya products aisle.
I hadn't eaten yet today (I don't usually do breakfast, only lunch), I stopped at a little cafe which reminded me very much of the cafes in Puerto Rico. I heard only Portuguese upon entering and the menu was only in Portuguese. English wasn't working when I asked for a sandwich, so I switched to Spanish and it worked much better.
It was a busy shopping streets with all kinds of stores selling Portuguese items.
A local restaurant that looks like a fortress. The strings of flags across the street alternated between US and Portugal.
The local Catholic church, flying both the US and Portuguese flags:
So where was I? Here are the clues:
I've yet to make it to Portugal proper, so I went to 'Little Portugal':
I stopped at a local supermarket and perused the Goya products aisle.
I hadn't eaten yet today (I don't usually do breakfast, only lunch), I stopped at a little cafe which reminded me very much of the cafes in Puerto Rico. I heard only Portuguese upon entering and the menu was only in Portuguese. English wasn't working when I asked for a sandwich, so I switched to Spanish and it worked much better.
It was a busy shopping streets with all kinds of stores selling Portuguese items.
A local restaurant that looks like a fortress. The strings of flags across the street alternated between US and Portugal.
The local Catholic church, flying both the US and Portuguese flags:
So where was I? Here are the clues:
--I took airport transport to the airport train station which took about 12 min. The local train from there to my destination took 5 minutes and cost 7.50 usd each way. It was a 5 min walk from the train station to the beginning of the first street.
--This location had Portuguese speakers from Portugal, but also from other locales such as Brazil and Portuguese speaking African nations.
--They have a big Portugal day fest once per year. However, I missed it by a week. :-( It's this coming weekend.
--In addition to Portuguese, Spanish was also heavily spoken, and overall Spanish is quite common in this general area.
--This state is known for having one of the highest tax rates for sales tax, cigarette tax, and property tax.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
jet lag plus-->better than traditional jet lag
So I'm sitting on the plane back to DE, at about two hours from CGN enjoying my exit row in cattle class, and I start sneezing. The guy behind me starts to sneeze also. I have no reason as to why this would be, and the first thought that comes into my head is that I am catching a cold from the cold air due to the exit door. I then banished that German thought immediately and pondered if it was the recycled air, and something had worked its way in, like perfume.
However, my nose starts to run watery, and it's excessive. Fortunately I insist on putting every napkin given to me during the trip in my pocket so I used them in lieu of tissues. On the flip side, I end of cursing the wadded up unused napkins in my bag every time I go somewhere thinking, why do I bring these things along? I sit there thinking--there is no way this is my June allergies invading-we're above the clouds using stale plane air.
Upon arriving at CGN and waiting for the bag, all was fine. I go out and find the car and head out with the window down and I'm beginning to get stuffed up. I try my tried and true test to see if something is a Germany flower allergy for me--I put on the AC with the windows up. Sure enough it stops.
I get up to the tiny town of B. and get out of the car and it gets worse again. After a brief three hour nap (yes, it's my secret weapon to get through the day, with the caveat being to make it no more than three hours), I wake up and it's worse.
You.have.got.to.be.f'ing.kidding.me.
I get wicked allergies in DE each year around June, but I think because I've been away this has just hit me like a ton of bricks. So my next move was to dump the stash of US drugs from the closet that are lovingly squirreled away for such the occasion. And then to mutter some choice expletives and I realized that a few of them 'may cause drowsiness'. I'm currently treading water in the sea of drowsiness, so I really don't need anymore help in that area.
I'm currently partaking in 'Tylenol Severe Allergy' as its sunshiny yellow box does not contain anything about drowsy. It's a new one in my line-up, so we'll see if it will be a returning one.
However, my nose starts to run watery, and it's excessive. Fortunately I insist on putting every napkin given to me during the trip in my pocket so I used them in lieu of tissues. On the flip side, I end of cursing the wadded up unused napkins in my bag every time I go somewhere thinking, why do I bring these things along? I sit there thinking--there is no way this is my June allergies invading-we're above the clouds using stale plane air.
Upon arriving at CGN and waiting for the bag, all was fine. I go out and find the car and head out with the window down and I'm beginning to get stuffed up. I try my tried and true test to see if something is a Germany flower allergy for me--I put on the AC with the windows up. Sure enough it stops.
I get up to the tiny town of B. and get out of the car and it gets worse again. After a brief three hour nap (yes, it's my secret weapon to get through the day, with the caveat being to make it no more than three hours), I wake up and it's worse.
You.have.got.to.be.f'ing.kidding.me.
I get wicked allergies in DE each year around June, but I think because I've been away this has just hit me like a ton of bricks. So my next move was to dump the stash of US drugs from the closet that are lovingly squirreled away for such the occasion. And then to mutter some choice expletives and I realized that a few of them 'may cause drowsiness'. I'm currently treading water in the sea of drowsiness, so I really don't need anymore help in that area.
I'm currently partaking in 'Tylenol Severe Allergy' as its sunshiny yellow box does not contain anything about drowsy. It's a new one in my line-up, so we'll see if it will be a returning one.
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