So, we all know I'd been sick last week and after another con weekend, it was not improving. In fact, I went downhill fast.
Our flight got cancelled in Vegas and we were forced to "sleep" (note: I did not) in the airport until they could fly us out at 6am. Since we'd found out about said cancellation at midnight, our options were fairly limited. Long story short, by the time we got home I was in bad shape. We spent hours at the Urgent Care and pharmacy yesterday getting a breathing treatment, a chest X-ray, and left with a Z-pack, two inhalers, a steroid shot, and a round of steroids.
Today was a whole new day! What a difference a day makes! I'm alive! Such a freaking relief!