A cool hand on my brow would feel good right about now. My neighbor says I feel like I'm running a low grade fever. She usually b*tches at me that I spend too much time in bed, but as she left, she told me to hit the sheets.
Maybe if you picture a couple of rays zapping my kidneys back into function, it might work.
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Psalm 119:105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.