Brain: Wasn’t that a lovely meditation? I’m ready to get in bed and read.
Shoulders: But we’re cranky. We don’t like relaxing. It’s unfamiliar and weird feeling.
Brain: Just settle down and I’ll start reading Harry Potter. We all like Harry Potter.
Shoulders: Oh yes we do.
Elbows: Oh very much!
Feet: We like the bit about the socks!
Brain: There you go. Ok, all settled in. “Yer a wizard, Harry!”
Jaw: I hurt.
Brain: What? Why?
Jaw: No clue. But I really fucking hurt. Like I’m thinking we got stabbed in the face? Did that happen?
Brain: No, I would have noticed that.
Boobs: No one’s been dripping blood on us. We think you’re good.
Jaw: Nope, pretty sure we got punched with a rock covered in razor blades. Right here on the right side. It’s so painful! Like, so painful, you can’t concentrate on that book.
Brain: Aw c’mon. Quit it. There’s no reason for you to be in pain. I just want to read!
Jaw: No, sorry. OW OW OW OW OW OW OW.
Brain: Fine. It’s nearly time to take our trazadone anyway. That should help.
Trazadone: Hi again folks, good to see you. I’ll be whisking us all to dreamland here shortly.
Jaw: OH MY LORD I’M GONNA IMPLODE WITH PAIN.
Brain: Didn’t I read once that jaw pain was a symptom of a cardiac event in women?
Heart: What now?
Brain: Yeah, totally a symptom. Are you acting normally?
Heart: Well, I’m beating at a regular rate. Or I was until you accused me of trying to kill us just now.
Brain: Well, I’m not the one having an event!
Heart: You’re the one having an event of stupidity.
Jaw: GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I AM INVENTING NEW LEVELS OF PAIN
Reproductive System: Doubt it.
Trazadone: Ok, if we’re gonna fall asleep I’m gonna need you to simmer down, Jaw. Here.
Jaw: Oh that is better thanks.
Brain: Except we’re DYING NOW. We are CLEARLY having a heart attack and we are CLEARLY going to die!
Heart: Dude, I’m cool. Really.
Brain: NO YOU’RE A MURDERER
Jaw: I feel good. Let’s chew gum.
Trazadone: Hey hey hey there, Brain. Don’t your hands feel fluffy? Isn’t the bed so warm and snuggly? Don’t you just want to close your eyes and drift off?
Hands: Did he call us fluffy?
Brain: SHUT UP TRAZADONE NO I’M BUSY SHUFFLING OFF THIS MORTAL COIL
Trazadone: For fuck’s sake. You’re going to sleep now, mother fucker.
Brain: THE LAST WORDS I WILL EVER HEAR IN THIS LIFE ARE MOTHER FUCKER.
—-The Next Day—-
Brain: So um, hey everyone. We called the doctor and she said that all that pain was probably from stress. We do grind our teeth, and she said it’s probably what’s causing the pain, since we don’t have any other cardiac symptoms. So, nothing to worry about after all!
Heart: You were the only one who was worried.
Brain: No, I’m certain we were all quite concerned! It’s only logical to worry in such a situation. Totally normal.
Heart: You’re an idiot.
Brain: You’re a craphat.
Heart: You’re a pickle fucker.
Brain: You’re a clown anus.
Jaw: I hurt again!