I am not, by any stretch, the type of person who writes autobiographical details into my main characters apart from a couple of small cosmetic nods. But I wrote this sentence and didn't realise until afterwards that it neatly sums up my attitude to being ill.
'...and, buying a larger hat to cover the nascent horns apart, I had coped with this new complication in my life by ignoring it.'
The bit about ignoring it. Not the horns. Wanting horns would be stupid. I want antlers.