Here’s the thing that sucks during the summertime about where we live: we’re down inside of a valley and we’re right smack in the middle of all of the Western states that get plagued by wildfires–including our own. This means all the smoke from all those states meets in the middle and gets trapped in our valley for weeks on end.
This past week we were in the “purple” category for air quality. Purple is “very unhealthy.” The Air Quality Index measures six categories and purple is the fifth. The sixth is maroon and it’s considered “hazardous” and triggers an emergency situation, so we were just a step below that.
It’s been a rough week. We’ve all been taking allergy medication every day, including E, to take the edge off the sneezing and coughing. Someone came to work coughing up blood. The wait at the urgent care offices was up to three hours long. It was NUTS. E struggled with not being able to play in the back yard. Every time we let the dog out to pee, she heard the back door open and she would run toward it.
Yesterday we were back into the orange category, so E did get to spend a little time outside. The things you take for granted, right?
Meanwhile, little miss is getting tired of muffins. I can tell. It sucks because we’ve got 19 more weeks of muffins and I’m starting to suspect she’s going to hate muffins for life by the time her next allergy test rolls around. When she’s an adult she’s going to meet some amazing man who bakes her muffins (they exist, right?) and she’s going to vomit at the sight of them.
This last week I made banana muffins that are really just banana bread in a muffin shape. I couldn’t find a single banana muffin recipe that calls for milk, so I mixed up the wet ingredients and then dumped in 1/4 cup of powdered milk and let it dissolve. It worked beautifully.
Per the allergist, we should be making muffins each week–but I’m considering a bread or a cupcake to mix it up a little for E. I want this challenge to work and to help her outgrow the allergy faster, but I also don’t want it to be a bad experience for her.
The struggle is real.