From about 1am onward I was up every hour coughing and rolling over, but finally drifted off. At 9am I got up and felt a little woozy again, so I checked temperature out of curiosity. I didn't feel warm but my mouth seemed hot.
102.2. Well, crap.
A plane was scheduled to leave, with me on it, at 2:40pm. Under 6 hours. I'd purchased flight protection and started initiating a claim.
At 10am I called the clinic again and a nurse scheduled an 11am appointment. Driving to the clinic I already felt better outside in the sun... it was my first time outside in several days. The nurse, Carmen, was friendly and efficient, and the Dr (Lundgren), was sweet. Since the fever came later, he deduced that it was a bacterial infection. With an antibiotic prescription in hand, I was ok to fly as long as I felt up to it. Great!
It was noon. I dashed to the pharmacy and was told it would take 20 minutes.
Down to the wire.
I'd not planned to go to the doctor in the morning or be exhausted all week, so all the packing time had drifted away while I slept and coughed, but I zipped home, packed and stopped back at the pharmacy on the way to the airport.
I could not find my tripod... an essential for aurora shooting. Oh well.
It looked like I was an hour early when we pulled up to curbside check-in, but by the time I made it to the security line a lot of time had passed and it was somehow magically 2pm... 40 minutes to take off and I still needed get through that line. Oy.
I was not the last person on the plane, but it was close. They were calling final boarding.
Thus began 10 hours of travel... with bronchitis.
Three or so hours later I was in Seattle, with a three hour layover ahead. The flight was fairly comfortable, though my ears didn't pop on the way down. Miraculously, they quietly diffused after landing. It wasn't painful, just mildly uncomfortable.
Here's a view from within the Seattle-Tacoma airport, where I spent 3 hours:
The final leg of the trip was tough. Three and a half hours felt long. A lot of people were sniffling, so I didn't feel so bad about being one of them. The fellow next to me had been flying all day--came from Boston--and had four beers. I might've joined him but all my energy was focused on my current condition and the anticipated arrival.
We landed at local time 9:35pm, ten minutes ahead of schedule... 12:35am my time. Tired and not feeling well, but, happy to be in Alaska with Bobb. My left ear didn't cooperate with the second landing, though, and was still at 30,000 feet until Saturday morning.
Gear: Nikon D90, Nikkor AFD 50mm f/1.4