Dear You Guys,
It is getting late. I am very tired. In order to sleep, I need a couple of things.
Stomach, I need you to stop churning and being upset over who knows what. Get over it and let me rest.
Throat, coughing is so two weeks ago. Give it a break and let the nyquil woo you to slumber.
Ear, you’ve been begging for attention for two days. Well, here it is. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Of all the body parts, you are usually pretty well behaved (except for your ever present attached lobes, which no one else ever has but me). But now you are all swollen and unable to hear without that horrific shrill noise. What sort of attention is it that you are after? because frankly, i have nothing positive to say to you, Ear. Get over this.
I am sick of you three. Let me sleep for the love of all things holy. LET ME SLEEP.