It seems that every time I get to leave work to go on vacation my immune system also takes a vacation. This isn’t cool. This leads to wasting valuable de-stress time stressing about not having a good vacation, and usually about creating a crappy vacation experience for Patrick.
When we went to Hawaii last spring, I got sick on the shuttle to the airport. This time I got sick on the 15 hour plane ride to Hong Kong. Luckily I didn’t kill anyone on the flight – which seemed inhumanely long, BTW. I also got a bit sick while I was in New Orleans last fall.
Maybe it’s travel that does it to me. This is a terrible condition.