Pretty fucking horrible. I'm losing my ability to walk, becoming slowly and painfully wheelchair bound. It came on to stop me from working a fucking $16.35/hr 40+ hr/week job.
One of my cats died of cancer in the midst of my first batch of hospitalization. My wife has become anorexic again, and has no sex drive - not like I can fuck anyone with the state the lower half of my body is in anyways.
I was getting ready to buy a house so that we could be out of this derelict shithole with mushrooms sprouting from inside some of the walls.
At least I'm not homeless (although that's fine if you have a working body), and no one is dropping bombs on my head, but I haven't had a toke in a week, can't get more free government opiods until some stupid pencil pushing cunt finishes her fucking paperwork and I'm smoking butt tobacco. It's starting to snow too.
So yeah, I feel pretty shitty. Not that you care, but maybe you'll feel better seeing that my life is worse (yours is probably way worse than mine, though).
No one really cares, civilization only exists because of lies ("I'm fine").