It could be worse. One year, when I was a teen, I had bronchitis during Christmas, and had to sleep on the couch in the living room. At least I’m already recovering for this illness, and it was never as bad as when I had bronchitis.
I’ve been ill this past week, starting last Saturday. Tuesday was my worst day. My energy was so low, I wasn’t even up to heating a can of soup in the microwave.
On Wednesday, I started feeling better, and by Friday I mostly just had a lingering cough (I still have a cough, but otherwise feel much better).
Unfortunately, I think I gave whatever I have to my care worker, and she was too ill to come to work on her last two scheduled days.
I remember giving my dad a papier-mâché bowl I made in 4th grade. He still had it when he died, decades later. He kept it on his dresser and used it to hold change.
Bronchitis is a nasty infection. It sounds like you had it worse than I did.