As the light for the semester ending is completely in sight, I can't say the same for this dreary cold. It seems like I should have seen it coming, right? With high expectations to appease everyone, meet deadlines, and miraculously ace the final, anything else could happen. It's Murphy's Law: What can go wrong will go wrong. Therefore, with my luck, finals decided to be the time when those awkward little mucus characters from the Mucinex commercials decided to vacation in my nostrils.

It isn't simply inconvenient timing though; whenever I am sick everyone can completely sympathize with the struggles I am experiencing. Whether it's that 40-year-old smoking cough waiting to hack up a lung or achy exhaustion, sickness is just miserable and you can only sit through it. Often, trying to make it better only makes it worse. I've commonly said: "Well I took a hot bath to relax, but then I went outside in the freezing weather with drenched hair," or "No pants, oh well shorts will have to do." Where was my logic? I'm guessing it jumped out the window with my clarity and common sense when this cold rolled in and muddled my thoughts. Even taking medicine doesn't seem effective -- unless you double the recommended Nyquil dosage to ensure that it'll work. The medicine merely masks your symptoms and a frivolous cold isn't heavy enough to bore your doctor. However, I find myself neglecting the most simple forms of treatment, like sleep.

I can't help but have the internal desire to be pampered like a child. Laying in my bed and my mom makes some homemade tomato soup with grilled cheese would be amazing. What happened to those days? Currently, my tissues are toilet paper and the idea of sleep is lost upon a college student during finals week.

I have to help myself. I can't expect to continually neglect my cold now that finals are over and allow the pressure to build, literally. I've conquered finals, now I need to focus on myself. It might be a little backward in comparison to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, but I'm working on it. But working on feeling better is exactly difficult. I've got a Christmas cookie scented candle, a new book, and blankets that feel like the clouds. It's a great excuse for being lazy, so I'll try to enjoy what of it I can.

Colds are easy to overcome, but that doesn't lessen the sluggishness or the constant tickling on your throat prompting a sneeze.