Years ago, I read in a biography of Benjamin Franklin that when he was the American Colonies’ envoy to Britain, he had to stand for hours and be humiliated by the pompous asses in Parliament. He was an older man then, too (one of the many biographies of him I’ve read said he had kidney stones so severe he sometimes had to stand on his head against a wall to dislodge them enough to pee).
But eventually, there was a revolution.
Well, I sympathize with him there. I went through a two month period where I was getting stones passing, and I remember laying on the carpet writhing around in pain because I didn’t think it was enough to go to the hospital.
If I had even thought to stand on my head, I would have done that...