Like most members of the male gender, I ignore the physical consequences of my actions. Despite being sick, I went to a movie last night.
And at 3:00 AM, I woke up unable to breathe, choking on the phlegm I’d been coughing up in my sleep.
There was a moment, a real moment, when my mind told me, “You’re alone. Nobody can help you. You’re going to die like this and nobody’s going to find your body for days.”
A few more moments of asphyxiation and I finally manage to choke it up. And breathe.
Today, I stop being macho and go to the doctor.