This house is killing me.
Okay, that might be overly dramatic, but when I can't breathe, my eyes are all red and I can't sit still because I'm itchy from head to toe, it feels like I might rather die.
I never used to have allergies, but when I hit my twenties I started to notice my nose was always runny and things got progressively worse. It's now normal for me to go through at least one box of Kleenex a week (thankfully they're compostable!).
Since moving into the tta, it's become unbearable.
Culprit #1: the cat
We've never let her into the bedroom, but Simone still manages to shed her hair and dandruff onto every surface in our apartment. I'm also allergic to the rats but they're so much smaller and contained it wasn't a big problem when I only had them to deal with.
Culprit #2: the carpet
When we were apartment hunting I knew I didn't want carpet, but this place seemed to have everything else going for it so we decided to compromise. Little did I know that it would soon become my nemesis, harbouring an army of dust mites bent on making me wheeze and scratch.
Culprit #3: the central heating & air conditioning
We share our heating system with our neighbours and all their pets below. Despite whatever filters must be in place, the airborne allergens downstairs inevitably make their way into our living space.