Got a cold-like thing that turned into bronchitis a few weeks before my wedding. Still had it during my honeymoon a couple weeks later and lingering symptoms for a couple more months afterwards. With the veritable arsenal of meds I had, I barely scraped by and with no ER visits even after waking up most nights of the week for a couple weeks with asthma attacks at its worst. Wooo. Not something I'd wish on my worst enemy. I'm amazed I did what I did given how tired and shitty I felt despite everything. Feeling sick really sucks.

Ate well, exercised regularly, actually just straight up stopped working for other reasons so I had plenty of time to rest. < for parent commenter who seems to care about such things.