Dear Body

Why why why why why do you hate me? can't i just go to sleep? is that too much to ask? I promise you will like it too. But nooooooo....you seem to think its funny to inflict pain and anxiety on me when its time to rest. excuse me, oh leg of mine, but you can stop hurting now. really... anytime now is good for me.  excuse me, abdomen, but whatever weird fluttery painful thing you got going on in there...put a sock in it. Mama Jill is now going to rest. You will not defeat me, i am in charge. Just so you know.