There’s the unfortunate time where your throat feels like sandpaper and your eyes begin to leak.

Then slowly, everything around you feels fuzzy and seems to move slower than it probably is. The voices of the people alternate between faint and loud and they seem to be all garbled.

Eventually, your head is too heavy to hold up and it begins to swivel around on your shoulders like a broken toy. That’s when you pack your things, trudge home and fall asleep right after having some chicken soup.

Or you can sit at your desk and labour away, trying to make intelligent sounding reports or discerning conclusions. Then you can watch yourself fail at it all, misspelling every other word because your eyes are too watery to look at the screen.