A few weeks before the covid outbreak, we went on a family vacation to Florida. I felt like shit the moment I went to bed the night before our flight. I didn’t sleep at all until we woke up at 3:30 to go the airport. Couldn’t sleep on the ride to the airport, couldn’t sleep on the plane, couldn’t sleep on the ride to the condo, and couldn’t sleep at the condo.

It felt like my lungs were filled with fluid and I was stopped up and having trouble breathing. We managed to get in touch with a doctor down there who gave me medicine for a sinus infection. Didn’t have any effect at all. Couldn’t sleep that night either. I was miserable.

Finally, the next afternoon, I was beyond exhaustion. I finally fell asleep at like noon. It had been 40 hours. I don’t ever plan to try and beat that.