I take my daily cetirizine so I can pretend I don't share a flatmate relationship with a cat that is slowly trying to murder me with dander.

If you see me looking slightly more sedated than a sloth in a sauna, just assume the cetirizine is doing its best to keep my sinuses from declaring war on the environment.

Marriage, much like a field of ragweed in late August, is a lot easier to navigate when you have a steady supply of cetirizine in the medicine cabinet.