I used to have a boyfriend who was a Vietnam veteran – Special Forces – who'd driven his body hard and had lots of bones broken and muscles pulled and guts sliced and blood lost and teeth ground until they broke. He used to tell me that every day, when he woke up feeling like shit because everything hurt and nothing moved, then he was happy because he knew his body was telling him he was still alive. He'd made it through another night.

So, kendall, hang in there and remember that as long as you're feeling like shit, you're still feeling something. Like the old guy says in the York peppermint patty commercial, "I get the sensation that... well, I'm just glad I get a sensation."

You can do it, kendall, just keep on driving on.