one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
William ShakespeareI have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have coolโd to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were inโt: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.
William Shakespeare