Misery in Portland.

So that was crazy, for the first half of the flight from Anchorage to Portland I thought the lady next to me in the middle seat had no lower legs.  Then she asked to get up for the bathroom and walked there all by herself.

That flight somehow made me feel about 500 times worse than I did in Anchorage.  I managed to find some cold medicine - not sure what it will do for me - and coffee which I figure I may as well be drinking since I won't be sleeping anyway.  Whine whine whine...