Flying Under Pressure

So here I sit at DFW, miserable, because my ears are still plugged from my first flight. NEVER FLY WHEN YOU'RE SICK! I can't begin to describe the exquisite pain I felt as the plane descended. But then, in fulfillment of a priesthood blessing given to me by my dad before I left St. George, my ears popped and I was spared a ruptured eardrum. Now I get to repeat the process all over again as I make this final leg of my journey back to DC.