Dear body, I am sorry I made you work 13 straight hours on your feet yesterday. I am sorry I did not feed you properly, only to then come home and fill you with Methotrexate right before bed. I understand why you didn't let me sleep well and are giving me this sore throat and throbbing pain everywhere. I realize I am not 20 anymore and that I am not working with a "normal" body. I promise I will no longer subject you to such abuse for the sake of extra money. If you can just get me through today I will give you lots of fruits, veggies, rest and a nice massage. What do you say, do we have a deal???