Death becomes Matt
This is Matt... I woke up Friday morning dying from my allergies and just barely made it to my class, get back and go to sleep. I woke up again and my allergies are 10x worse. Go to my second class come back and decide to take two Sudafed (supposed to be one every 4-6hrs) one zyrtec, and two random antihistamines, used a nasal spray, and clear eyes. Smart move on my part. I drive to StMU and pass out in Kayla's bed then she was like, "We should go work out" Great idea, so I go have a badass workout then get to Kayla's room, wipe my sweaty pits get dressed and go to work. I got to work from 6-10:30. I get to Kayla's dorm where a mini apple pie was waiting for me. It was good, Kayla also got me a Mountain Dew Code Red and king-sized TWIX (HELL YEA) then the death of me starts to occur. I start coughing real bad. I was like a dying asthma patient. Well little miss Kayla gives me the rest of her wine cooler. THANKS! But then again I guess for that moment I attempted suicide by DRINKING IT! Any way I started coughing more and more and Kayla, being the smart doctor she is covers my mouth restricting the air flow and I felt all this pressure and moved her hand away and stood up coughed like three times and... Out of nowhere, as I tried to cover my own mouth a ball... thats right A BALL of mucous and flem SHOT OUT FROM MY ORAL CAVITY!!! Kayla, being the helpful girlfriend she is with her helpful roommate LAUGH AT ME!! Oh yes... I am loved by these wonderful people. So I proceeded to die because I basically OD'd on antihistamines and apparently your not supposed to take any medications with zyrtec (I did), your not supposed to take multiple sudafed in a short period of time (I did), it's never good to take two pills that you do not know of (I did), it's also never good to drink alcohol after all this (I did). This is the moment when Kayla started to worry. "Call your mom" she said, "Not on her day off!!" Was my great excuse. Well then I kept coughing, Kayla was still freaking out but I reassured her that I will survive the night. I couldn't say if I would last longer than that, but the night I was sure of. So I OD'd on antihistamines, drank alcohol, and shot a ball of flem the size of a grapefruit... maybe bigger. But in case you were wondering, I am still alive and kicking. Kayla is happy I survived the encounter with death. The moral: antihistamines are not a toy to be played with...and Kayla is the best girlfriend in the world...even if she laughs at your pain before she worries. That's the end of my story.