Talk with Freddie
Where I live I speak occasionally to Freddie, a landscaper originally from Puerto Rico. His wife was some of kind nurse, German and she seemed to rule the roost. She also had chronic allergies as I do. After two days of difficulty recently, I ran into Freddie and asked about his wife. He said her allergies are chronic. I said I take care of myself but it’s still there. He said it’s the same for her.
Then he added he’s not afflicted. The reason, he thought, was that he was brought up playing in the dirt with pigs and chickens. He pointed to the mold on the trees and the sidewalk and said it’s all around us. I said I grew up in the city, surrounded by concrete. There was no exposure to dirt.
Freddie could be right. By not being around dirt and mold your system doesn’t develop proper defenses. I always have been attracted to gardening but haven’t been able to pursue it. Perhaps that’s a missing component here, interacting with dirt and microorganisms and plants. The body would absorb a small portion of it and maybe not overreact as much. Interesting thinking.