Brain Feels Exasperated

I have injured a finger and I refuse to go on! Come on hand, it is my will that you continue. Sure, you say that brain, but are you thinking? About me? About my finger? Now what? The brain asks as the foot refuses to walk. I think I have arthritis in my ankle, the foot says. It might be broken even. The brain is exasperated. Tired of this nonsense. He never had any of this junk five years ago. But we are older! Argues the hand. Maybe my broken finger has arthritis. I am going to give everyone arthritis in a minute, brain says. If you don’t start working. Give them a break, says heart. They can paint the porch another day. Brain has a soft spot for heart. He has had a crush on her for years. Okay, he says, flinging the body down in a hammock. Break everybody!