Cat rules territory; I flee

Tonight was the last time I will sing at that particular friend’s home. Her carpeted basement, where we folkies meet to sing, has always been amply identified as her cats’ home. Until now, the acridity has just been unpleasant.

Tonight, though, I discovered that, at this concentration, the odor brings on the MAV symptoms right quickly. Not eyes watering and sneezing, as in a standard respiratory allergy, but nausea, headache, a bit of mind fog, my throat closing–that one is more like a standard respiratory allergy.

Pity. I had to leave after the first round, and didn’t much enjoy that, despite good singers and songs. Fortunately, we only rotate around to her house once or twice a year.

I now know just a bit more about my triggers.