Bad, I guess. I have rather weak joints and my body heals awfully when it gets hurt. To illustrate: I bruised my ribs last June and they're still healing. At this point I've accepted it's a part of me, but I wish the doctors would do the same because it would at least open a new window of opportunities for treatment. I'm tired of my four-year-old knee injury and I wish the doctors would understand that, at this point, such a long-lasting injury is also mentally straining. Instead, they make an x-ray of my knee (already done thrice), tell me they don't see anything, and put me back on the street. I don't know how to get the attention of doctors anymore without breaking down in tears or something (yes, it affects me that much). I used to be in the same spot for my TMD/jaw dysfunction, but at last I got proper help for that... After five years of calling for proper aid. But that's how the fucking doctors work here; they won't help you with shit unless you present a sob story at just the right moment, and even then you'd need to speak to the right doctor.
I have a lot of pent up feelings about my bad physical health and how I'm never getting the right aid. My friend, who has experienced all my struggles first-hand, advised me to go to an academic hospital and ask for an analysis of my muscle tissue or joints or whatever, because at this point he also believes it's something bigger. I should be saying "at least my organs and blood stuff are fine" because it's approprate or something, but I cannot for the life get that out of my mouth. I want to stop like a useless rack of bones and muscle incapable or proper function, I want to stop worrying about my body as if I'm eighty at nineteen (which I've been doing since twelve); I want to live, without a worry for once.