— I have a headache. I think I'm having an allergic reaction.

— I didn't know you were allergic. What are you allergic to?

— Me neither, but I feel odd. Is this a rash?

— I don't think so. Are you dizzy?

— Now that you mention it, I think so. And I'm also hearing a ringing in my ears.

— I can hear it too.

— Really? Is it that loud?

— Yes, it's coming from the neighbors. That's why.

— Thank God. I thought I was having a stroke!

— Do you feel nauseous?

— Yes, a bit. Do you want to check my tongue?

— Why on Earth would I want to do that?

— Because chances are it gets swollen.

— Don't be ridiculous! If your tongue had gotten swollen, you couldn't talk or breathe.

— Oh my God! This is the end!

— Calm down. You're fine. Look me in the eye and repeat: I'm okay, it's just that I'm a hypochondriac who loathes Mondays and today it happens to be Sunday. I'm just letting myself go with my apprehensions.

— Can't you repeat that? I'm confused.

— Forget it. I'll pull out the big guns. A shot directly in your veins will do the trick faster.

— Oh, don't worry. I think I feel much better now.

— I figured you would.