She smiled at him.  It was a ghastly thing.  "It hurts so much just to roll over and sit up so I can walk to the toilet, I spend twenty minutes having to mentally prepare myself," she said.  "My gut feels as though I ate a small dragon and it's trying to dig its way out.  I can't sleep because I hurt too much.  Oh, and my ex just came over with his current little magical tramp to see how I am and she's cleaning up my flat, so, really, I've been better."