Can't find the right thread for this...so I'll go with this one. Need a little catharsis.
A month ago, my eldest graduated from University Of Chicago with flying colors. Double major in Math and CompSci, squeezed in a Master's in Math. Really applied himself these last four years. A good part of the family spent the week up there for festivities and we had a grand old time. A couple of us had a sore throat during that week, but didn't think munching of it.
A week later, I get a call from my kid that he's not feeling well. He had been sick for a week, taking DayQuil/Nyquil. Had just made the drive with his gf to New York (starting a new Jobe in a couple of weeks). Gf's mom takes a look at him when they pull in and tells him to go to the clinic the next morning. So I get a call that he's been taken to the hospital. Apparently he had strep which morphed into pneumonia and he led to an infection in a lung. My wife and I fly up the next day...only to receive the news that he would require surgery. To make a long story short, we spent almost two weeks in a hospital in Westchester. Doctors and nurses were wonderful, but it's quite a lengthy stay (I have a lot of comments about perverse incentives, but that's another story). His university insurance was still active (thankfully because that tab is astronomical).
Had never really spent much time in that part of New York. It's weird how near NYC it turns into small towns. I rode into Brooklyn a few days to help out with the apartment search, so got a little taste of the city. Anyways, he's doing well now, but it was quite a scare.