Had it (so i think) back in late Feb / early March.

Started feeling feverish and crummy on a Friday afternoon, no big deal, took off from work early and headed home.

By Sunday night I was a mess, Advil did a good job of controlling the fever symptoms. Breathing was a bit of an issue (I'm asthmatic and have albuterol and a nebulizer on hand, so breathing issues are nothing new for me).

Sunday night rolls around and I waited on the Advil too long, I got a case of the cold chills, shaking really hard, well, that triggered my asthma. I took the advil, it took about 30 minutes to catch up, in the meantime I laid on the bed on my stomach (the only position that felt marginally good) and lived hard on my nebulizer. If I didn't have that nebulizer I wouldn't be here today, it was really that bad.

repeat the above on Monday night as well, almost exactly.

I ended up taking Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off from work, I never take days off from work.

This, by far, was the sickest I've been in 40 years.

It cleared by Wednesday but the lingering breathing issues hung on for a week or so. I had other symptoms too, but the breathing thing trumped everything else. Hard to describe what it feels like when you can't get enough air and think you might be dying...