“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that's only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.” — Frank Underwood (House of Cards, Season 1)

Muscling through the pain has a price. The pain finds a way to express itself like the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park find a way to terrorize Jeff Goldblum.

“You alright?” asks the cop.

I try again. It’s harder and harder to breath. My chest.

“I can’t breathe. My sternum. It’s bursting out of my chest.” I lean on his car.

“Whoa there, fella, I just got it washed.”

“Please. Help me.”

The cop laughs. “Looks like you’re dying.” He stretches his arms back with a yawn, then straightens his hat. “Time for me go.”

“No.” Another gasp.

When this point is reached you are perfectly safe—all that is necessary is to protect it from dirt. Do not stop short of bleeding and numbness and do not on any account close the opening with plaster.

“There are two kinds of pain. The sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that's only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.” — Frank Underwood (House of Cards, Season 1)