A Rambling Ode to Theraflu, Mucinex, and the End of the Semester

I write this against my own better judgment, as I’m under the influence of a cocktail of cold and sinus medicines that may or may not be ill-advised but effective, but since I’m under the influence, I can write it off as such later.

HAH.

And don’t worry, Cameron is at his dad’s house. I suffer it out when he’s here so I can stay as coherent as a person can be while living in a perpetual state of losing a sneeze, or, you know, misery.

Wait, WHAT?! You don’t know what I mean by losing a sneeze? It’s that feeling when you REALLY really need to sneeze and you’re winding up and you’re winding up aaaaaaaaaand the sneeze doesn’t happen. It’s like losing an orgasm, but worse, because at least when you lose an orgasm, there’s at least the satisfaction of WOW I should probably just shut up about this.

See what I did there?

Anyway, I feel like my brain is floating around in my head, and while I have an extensive summer reading list, I’m in no state to understand anything that I’m reading. Video games are out because I feel bad when my character dies. It’s not the character’s fault that I’m totally out of it.

So instead, I’m writing. On here. Against my better judgment. About end-of-the-semesteritis.

Oh yeah. That’s a real thing.

Because, you see, the end of the semester is incredibly stressful and often includes all-nighters, late-night study cram sessions, and general freaking out over getting the grade (not that that should really be an issue at this point in the semester, because you’ve worked REALLY hard all semester and this is just about securing that A, right?). All of this pressure, stress, sleeplessness means the immune system isn’t getting the chance to do its thing, and it’s being stretched to its limits.

And then finals are over. It’s all done. Finally, a chance to relax and rest and let the shot immune system catch up.

And boy howdy does it. With the worst. Cold. Imaginable. A man cold, if you will.

Or at least that’s what happens to me. Every single time. Thus this trailing and over-the-counter-drug-addled stream of consciousness that you’re reading right now.

Not really too sure of where I’m going with this, except to say that if this happens to you, YOU’RE NOT ALONE! Solidarity, y’all.

Anyway, congratulations to everyone who’s graduated this week (including my sister who received her certification as an Automotive Chassis and Drivetrain Specialist!!!!). Your hard work has paid off, and hopefully, you’re well enough to enjoy it!!!