Sickness and health

In my job as a professor of Pathobiology, i teach students every day about the horrors that can befall the human body. But that's all academic: today i am dying. A little bit, anyway. A slight fever, a sore throat, and enough mucus to drown a small southern town has me whining like a little girl. The funny thing is, i have been shot, blown up, survived helicopter crashes, and had to stitch up my own wounds in the jungle while being shot at. Perspective, peter, perspective. I'm off to whine some more...