Morning:
Eyelids crusted over, refuse to open till
I bribe them with a strategic rub
Ah sweet, coaxing, perverse pain!
Noon:
Kerchiefs, napkins and tissues martyred
To nose fluid, eye fluid and godawful sneezing
A dozen blessyous for an embarrassed atheist.
Night:
A serpent awakes, wiggles, growls, drums up
Thrashing tongue, inflamed palette
Vile dances in the throat.
Mirkwood 
Poor you! I know exactly how you feel! Hope it gets better soon!
Thank you, Stefanie. I’ve thrown in the towel and am just popping a Zyrtec nowadays. The weather’s been strange lately in New England, and it appears that the same allergen has occurred twice (or I have developed an allergic reaction to a new kind of pollen
).