I survived! (Feeble edition)

I have submitted my PhD.

This momentous event occured on 17 April. As I walked back across campus, I felt tired unto death. I was having trouble putting one foot in front of the other. Yes, I was getting sick.

I have been sick, sicker, sickish and sick again since. A virus turned to asthma and a bacterial infection, followed by more asthma.

But I am improving. And the monkey of the thesis is off my back.

Now I just have to wait until the examiners have pronounced.