You just know it's going to be a bad day when you wake up and sneeze 9 times with a full bladder.
Something has suddenly begun to bloom and my eyeballs are hanging down near my chin.
My teeth are aching where I haven't any teeth.
My voice sounds like Paul Robeson except when I sing.
No, I'm not going to the quack's and let him do the scratching up the arm with sharp instruments to see what it is that I'm allergic to.
I might find out it's the cat and I've just wasted $400 to keep him alive.
Pardon me while I go and cross my legs, there's a sneeze coming.