...or any other time for that matter:

"I'm worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"My chest hurts. Its been hurting all day."

"Hurts like you want to see the doctor?"

"I think so, yeah."

She Who Puts Up With Me called the nurse line first, and after about a half-hour the nurse said that it wasn't an emergency, and most likely something minor, but that she should go see the doctor within a few days.

This morning the doctor examined her, and determined that the pain was in her ribs--fortunately not her heart, and not the lungs either. We're guessing perhaps a minor injury or motion-related problem. The prescription is to take it easy and consume mass quantities of ibuprofen.

So She Who Puts Up With Me is just fine. Thanks for asking.