If you were to answer that perennial question "How are you?" truthfully, what would you say?
I imagine your answers would range somewhere from "I'm actually doing ok today -- first time in three months!" to "You could pound railway spikes through my knees and it wouldn't make much difference."
"I want to vomit and my ass is on fire."
"There are bugs biting me everywhere. Do you see them? Me neither."
"Somewhere along the line my brain decided I burned myself badly from the hips down. It feels just great, thanks."
"Another day, another 24 hours in agony. Joy."
"I smile because what the hell else am I going to do?"
"Well, five doctors and a cabinet of pharmaceuticals haven't fixed me. How do you think I'm doing?"
"Just waiting for that robotic body to come in. I paid in advance, so the brain transplant is free. Can't wait!"
"Every muscle in my body aches and I haven't slept in three days."
"The thought of feeling like this for the rest of my life makes me want to call for a do-over."
I'm fine, thank you. And how are you?