While you doing all the hopping and red text whining the discs in your lower spinal column are fusing together. There may be blinding flashes of pain.
This weekend I should be hanging out with those with several larger than pick-up trucks. We shall be having a nice bon fire kegger, not helping you move.
Your "girlfriend" is a fantasy, not even a ho will touch you, there was a Zoom meeting.
Your "condition" started in your head, but self-fulfilling prophecy is bringing it about.
You have whined about being in hell and in pain for weeks now. Got news for you, after Tuesday while anons enjoy tacos you will be looking back on the last several weeks as "The Good Old Days."
You have claimed to be suffering, next week you shall begin to know true suffering.
Nobody's fault but your own.