I'm so stoic, you know? It's my thing. I suffer in silence.
Or at least not super loud?
Like, a medium level?
This could be a very long story where I tell you that my ear has been bothering me for a few weeks, and that I went swimming and then I couldn't hear and then I got dizzier, and more nauseous and in more pain and was convinced I had an ear infection, and then more dizzy, and then more nauseous, until Chris and I found ourselves in the ER at 3:00 in the morning.
But the important part of the story is this:
"Oh. Looks like your ear is completely impacted with wax."
"So, you're telling me that I am in the ER in the middle of the night for ear wax?"
"You're saying I woke my hard-working brother in law in the middle of the night to come be with my sleeping children . . . for ear wax."
"I sought emergency help from highly trained trauma doctors for ear wax."
"Yes, but that is okay, because I wasn't doing anything else."
"Good. Neither was I."