College Chronicles

I had to take my hydroxyzine for an anxiety attack for the first time in a while. It’s prescribed to me for both sleep and anxiety attacks but I don’t like taking it during the day because I’m already tired enough as is. However, during Calculus this kid near me was clearing his through in the most pronounced, loud way. I’m sure he didn’t mean to. He kept drinking water so he must just have had a sore throat. But my OCD does not give a single FUCK about the rationality of a situation. I hear him cough. And cough. And cough and clear his throat over ten times until I snap like a twig, scramble to find my medication tins, and dart out of class as inconspicuously as I can. I missed the second half of class and now have to teach myself the derivatives of trigonometric functions by myself- luckily they’re straightforward, but it’s a pain that my damned illness has just ended up giving me more work and a pounding headache.