When you’re on the road for months at a time, life happens on the road. Life can of course happen on a one or two-week vacation (food poisoning anyone?), but the odds are lower just due to the short duration, and unless you’re really unlucky and it strikes at the beginning of your vacation, you often just need to get through a few days before dealing with whatever life handed you at home. When you measure your road time in months, that usually isn’t an option.
I started feeling lousy in Texas, and stayed relatively low key from the Padre Islands on. By Tucson, I’d been dealing with this crud for almost a month and decided it was time to see a doctor. A nearby clinic recommended by Oma’s cousin got me an official diagnosis of bronchitis and asthma (no surprise) and some strong antibiotics and steroids. Happily, after a few days I was feeling much better.