Why does this always happen at the worst possible time? I’ve got a packed schedule and a big trip in two days, and of course, my body decides now is the perfect time to fall apart. It’s like some cruel joke—stress piles up, and boom, here comes the sniffles, the sore throat, and the general misery. I don’t have time for this! No one has time for this! All I want is to get through the week and enjoy my trip without feeling like a walking germ factory. Ugh, so frustrating.