Tuesday morning I played golf, came back, went to the show for awhile then went back to the hotel for awhile to change, shower, etc. for the parties later. Then wham!!! All the sudden I'm not feeling too well. Oh well, a nap will cure that, instead I wake up at 8 PM feeling horrible. Well, no gameworks, should be ok by tomorrow for PHB, tomorrow comes and I'm ten times worse. My buddy tuffruff stops over in the morning with medicine. I write off the show but figure if I take the pills, everything should be reasonably calm by 8. Wrong again, now I'm sweating uncontrolably due to how hot I am. So back to bed to hack, cough, wheeze, heave the night away. Basically, I spent my last 45 hours in Vegas in bed and it wasn't by choice. It's always positive when you get on your flight home and ask your flight attendant for a barf bag "just in case". :grrr:
Needless to say this was a very disappointing trip for me after the way it started out.
