Death by everything?!

I have come to the conclusion that everything I love is directly or indirectly trying to kill me. Let me divulge but let me first state that I am under the influence of allergy-relieving medication so if I begin to not make sense I apologize.


Directly:

Allergies - Allergies to things I love such as my kitties cause asthma related symptoms and subsequently lead to breathing dysfunctions.

Boyfriend - Boyfriend means well, but sometimes can be smothering. And sometimes Boyfriend can turn into his alter-ego Jerkbag and cause undo stress which elevates my heart rate which could potentially lead to cardiac arrest.

Nieces - My nieces are the most awesome people ever, but they love strenuous play, i.e. being thrown around like super girls, getting horsie rides, being chased around, etc. After about 20 minutes of lifting and tossing (and chasing) a 50 lb. child, I'm spent. It's partly because I do not have children or much interaction with them to begin with and it's also partly because of my lack of "in-shape-ness" and also breathing related issues that cause me to feel ready to collapse.

Indirectly:

I guess all things that indirectly try and kill me and all lead to the source of my failure of an immune system and these horrid allergies (are allergies immune system related?).

I cannot be outside because of the grass/pollen/trees... I cannot escape inside because of dust/dust mites/poor air quality being circulated inside from the great outdoors that leads to having grass/pollen/trees eeking through gaps in my drafty doors.

In conclusion to everything I love, thank you for trying to kill me.