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Snow AND Allergies Seems Unfair

So, the weather where I am living sucks a lot of the time. Oh, sure, the summers are great. The winters are awful. Spring and Fall are largely nonexistent. They USED to be separate seasons but now we kind of get summer with snow the next day and snow with +18 temperatures the next day. That does manage to accomplish two things:
  1. It gives me plenty of weather-related material to bitch about
  2. It gives me head colds. Lots of head colds. 
As you can see, while #1 is entertaining, neither it, nor #2 are actually all that wonderful.

Last week, before my current head cold set in, I was slogging through a snow bank when I realized that my allergies were acting up. My feet were cold and my hay fever was in full swing. Which, really, is pretty unfair when you think about it. Allergies. Snow. Together. FML.

In the past, when I was freezing my ass off, I was able to breathe through my nose most of the time (illness notwithstanding). Then, by the time my eyes and nose started to leak and everything got itchy, I'd had a few weeks of nice weather that I had the chance to enjoy. Now, though, thanks to the weather being what it is,  I've been trying to scratch the roof of my mouth to pieces and dealing with itchy, runny eyes at the same time as I've been trying not to throw my back out from shoveling snow.

Please tell me how tree pollen manages to affect me when it's 20 degrees below zero. I do feel that this needs an explanation.

I guess that I COULD look at my allergies arriving as a sign (like the first robin) that spring is on its way and I COULD be grateful for that. I guess. I just need it to stop snowing every three minutes before I can feel that gratitude.
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