On a scale of 1-5:
- Enough to be noticable and mildly to moderately bothersome. Nothing worth fussing over.
- Commands your attention, may interfere with duties and fun if you let it. Nobody but you notices if you are not a drama queen. Recommended to complain to friends and family if such things make you feel better and would not make you a nuisance; see prior sentence.
- Hard to concentrate on anything other than how sick you are. You can still work; make your hard-working mother and father proud and don’t call off just yet.
- Much mental energy expended on not throwing up. At this point is would not be dishonorable to stay at home for Netflix and chill. That is, unless you are stubborn or made of sterner stuff — and if you are at this level, you are made of suffering and tears. Only work and play if the consequences of not would be even worse, like you would risk being fired.
- You can scarce do naught but cry and cradle a half-full bucket; this has nothing to do with positivity. If you attempt anything more, you are brave or foolish. Perhaps both.
- Go to the hospital, you bullheaded idiot. Beyond a 5 your life may be in danger.
- You are dead. Or at best in a coma. Either way, you are no longer here, and your trials are over. For now.
This is a personal scale to fit whomever is the reader: what makes one leg-cuddle their pillow may make another grit their teeth while chopping down trees.