I used to be a stoic. In fact, I once completed a twenty mile hike with a sprained ankle. And a few years ago, at grad school, I sat through a three-hour class with a broken arm.
Not any more. I hurt and everybody knows it. I'm coughing so much they had me come back for a chest xray this afternoon. Every time I breathe in, I feel like the 19th Indiana Regimental Band is tapping out Hell on the Wabash on my ribcage.