I got pneumonia.   I had been trying to shake a fever for days thinking with enough pills and a heaping dose of denial  I would be fine by the time I landed in the Valley of the Sun.  Not so much.  With aches, chills, a painful cough and a temp peaking around 104, it’s a wonder I survived the flight at all.  The good news is that my parents live in Arizona half the year and my mom has an arsenal of doctors on hand.  Within two hours I had seen the doctor, had a chest x-ray, was diagnosed and stocked with half a dozen medications.  Amazing.  That…