Pain management

Cataloguing instances of agitation filled an entire page before lunch time.
Dean placed a cold hand on his forehead unable to figure a diagnosis for the sudden bout of dizziness. Soldiering through may have been an option yesterday, but now, everything felt worse; now.
The first niggling pain kicked in last week just after two games of tennis. The source felt like it was unsure of where it should be, so his chest heaved and his stomach felt sore all at once.
The doctors couldn't figure its origin either, information he preferred not to hear. How could they be in the dark? The sensations building inside were real but the why/how remained a mystery.
Breathing was beginning to hurt too. Painkillers did as much as go down his throat like Smarties; large quantities attending a private placebo party.
The minute hand on the clock echoed in the small space. Dean watched it, focused on it. The pain wasn't too bad if he cast his attention elsewhere.