Worst Flight of My Life

As always, I pack too much and wrench my back a bit swinging the backpack off for inspection. Just the thing before a long plane ride. Then there's the guy that's sitting next to me: a nice gentleman from India with what I can only assume was restless leg syndrome. His Jimmy leg kept jumping - and it always seemed to be doing it more just before I was about to nod off. (Perhaps that was a sign that I was starting to snore? No clue.)

Then there was the medical emergency with the couple behind me. The husband was sure his wife was dying. She was unresponsive, hot and had a shallow pulse according to the flight attendant. Some oxygen helped her and she seemed fine later - I still hope she was going to be checked out by a competent physician.