to carry on a conversation with your boss while you’re having stabbing pains in your left boob at the incision site. I’m just sayin’.
Nah, I can’t take my heavy-duty pain pills ’cause then I’d be snoozing at my desk. Which sounds nice to me, but I doubt the higher-ups would like it, particularly since some big wigs are in town. Besides, I don’t bother bringing them with me, so they’re at home. And the lighter-duty pain pills like ibuprofen or naproxen wouldn’t cut it, so I see no sense in bothering with them. So I’m just going to sit here and work away, cursing under my breath while the stabbing pains continue in the left boob.