It's a hell of a role

I would just like to take a moment and thank God for painkillers, without which the last thirty hours of my life would not have been possible. In the same motion, I would like to ask God why, after almost three months of cyst free bliss, does he like to give me cysts when I have five million things due in one week. On that note, I'm writing a conclusion to my paper and going to sleep.