Back in January I came down with the flu a day before leaving. Fever, body aches, chills...it was rough. I took a flu med for people with high blood pressure and sucked it up. Surprisingly, once I was in the parks I ran on pure adrenaline. But when we came back to the hotel for naps or at night, I literally collapsed in bed, lol. I've traveled to WDW with little colds from time to time, but on the flights home (the one time I don't have a non-stop flight!) I had the most horrible pressure and pain in my ears. They wouldn't pop, and I was crying the pain was so bad...luckily my ear drums didn't burst! Be very careful when flying and suffering from a cold or flu.
The worst for me, though, was in August 2011. My mom suddenly passed away at the end of June, and we had been planning the trip for over a year, so my family still went (5 of us). Some of us drove, but the others ended up stranded in WDW for a few extra days because our connecting flights were in Boston when that hurricane hit. Sounds great, right?
Well, I had a bad heat rash for nearly the entire week, and all of a sudden the original day we were supposed to go home, I woke up and half my leg was red, hot and rock hard (apparently I had a bad surface infection and secondary infection of my leg tissue...after several tests when I came home, they never determined exactly what caused it...creepy!). I knew something was up, so I ended up having to go to Celebration Hospital (the manager at POP, when asked for a cab recommendation to get to an urgent care center, insisted on an ambulance, since it was free, and insisted I would get better care at Celebration Health - very nice).
They gave me an antibiotic cream and sent me back to the hotel. My sister got a last-minute flight home (she was starting a new job), but I was still stuck for two more days. I woke up the next day and my leg was worse. I could barely walk...Well, I ended up on IV antibiotics (one of the strongest antibiotics out there...I think it was called Clindimyacin or something). I was all alone, in the hospital, and depressed as all heck. Not the way to end a trip! I left with a prescription and squeezed my way onto a flight after one night in the hospital. My nurse was so nice, helping me get out of there to literally
just make my flight home.
Of course, then I got home and continued my antibiotic, which caused a secondary infection of my colon that can apparently kill you, necessitating yet another antibiotic that made me so sick I could barely lift my head for 10 days....seriously, writing all this out for the first time in almost 2 years, it's a miracle I've been back to WDW - it was that horrible. Yet, I've been back four times since then