Trust me when I say that my experience with post-nasal drip is a long and rich one. Growing up in Louisiana with serious allergies (one of the times I went through the scratch test — there were multiple iterations — the doctor included “grass and trees” in his litany of things I’m allergic to. I asked which ones. He said “all of them”) I had a chronic drip that was No Fun Whatsoever. Which is why the return of that particular sensation always comes over me like a portent of doom.

On a wholly other note, though, I also grew up kind of creeped out by the term “post-nasal drip,” which always sounded a bit too much like a brand name to me (the echo being Post Toasties, I suppose)…