'How's the pain?'
'Manageable.'
'Uh huh. Good. Any vomiting?'
'No.'
'Shortness of breath?'
'No.'
'Alright. Good. Nosebleeds?'
'Oh. Well. Maybe.'
'Maybe?'
'I just keep waking up with my pillowcase drenched in blood.'

• I was going through the pile of papers I'd abandoned on a shelf, and found the letters I pretended to write you on the plane. I elected not to read them. Not today. 
• I've lost my appetite.
• I'm terribly hungry.
• I rearranged the furniture in my bedroom. I can't sleep.
• I'm terribly tired.

(inspiration here; an idea which also popped up this afternoon and which i'm going to try and run with for a while)