Got tired - thought it was all the Christmas shopping, work, life and trip preparation. Flew to Disney.
Got sick - went to walk-in clinic and a diagnosis of bronchitis, with some antibiotics and cough syrup.
Got sicker - but was determined not to ruin my vacation (as well as others') by being sick...and kept plodding along
Got even sicker - mostly just lying in bed at AKL for 2 days with very little sleep due to coughing.
Swallowed - oh, a lot more than the prescribed amount, but didn't want to disturb other passengers - cough syrup before boarding plane (feeling like I really should just go to hospital in Florida, but should make it 3 more hours to home) and slept through flight virtually cough-free.
Threw up in car several times, as not breathing much. Sped to hospital.
Passed out in triage as attempt at standing and talking was more than body could bear at this point. Knew I was passing out and said, "I can't breathe" as I went under.
They pushed some drugs and slapped 3 or 4 breathing treatments on me and I came to, but fell asleep.
Got an x-ray that determined it was pneumonia. Surprise, surprise.
Declined to be admitted as there was "no way in hell" I was going to stay in the hospital after and while taking antibiotics. Told them to give me the flippin saline, I'd run it at home.
BAD, BAD, BAD PATIENT!!!! While I needed to be in the ER at that point, I could have avoided it by admitting I was sick while on vacation and going back when I knew I was getting worse.
Don't let this happen to you.
