I really don't like you right now. You know, it wouldn't kill you to start perceiving things the way they are. In other words, you don't need to be in a state of fight or flight. There is no reason for you to make my foot feel like it's being burned over a fire. There's also no reason to make my foot turn colors, swell up and do all that junk. Now that we've established this, could you please give me a day with pain lower than a 9 on the pain scale and let me sleep well?
I don't like you, but I'm trying to love you.