My flight back was horrific. On the first flight, the toilet had broken, wouldn't flush and everyone was effectively stuck in an outhouse for an hour and a half flight. And it was late. As a result, when I ran to my connecting flight, even though the plane had not left the terminal, they had finished boarding and everything was closed up. I begged the person at the counter and they called into the plane and received permission for me to board anyway. Otherwise, I would have been a day late coming back.
Since I've been back, I haven't had much need for my allergy medicine (which is weird) and actually have had a week and a half off. I start my new job on Monday and get a chance to simply relax, read, and drink too much coffee.
And play too much Nethack, but that's another story.