Catching everything but the flu

For years around this time of the year, I thought I had gotten the flu. Every February, like clockwork, I would feel like dogs drug me under the house and left me. However, it seems that what I thought was the flu is actually allergies. Not just some sniffling, head congested type of allergy. No, this one knocks me for a loop, puts me in bed for three days and I ache and run a fever. Given the similar symptoms, I can see why I always thought it was the flu! Although I felt like death warmed over, I would get out of that nice, comfy bed and put on some mismatched clothes (hey, I am a fashionista) and trudge off to work, despite being a safety hazard to myself and others. My head swimming, I speak incoherently and I can’t even figure out how to work the credit card machine at Whataburger when I’m sick like this!