Three panel comic out back in the art studio.
Panel 1: Litchfield, the artist, starts feeling strange and says "am I having an artistic inspiration? Or is it a migraine? Or… a penic attack? Hunger?"
Panel 2: Litchfield thinks hard about his synonyms: "Sweats. Headache. Spins. Tum rum."
Panel 3: Litchfield's entire reality starts to unravel into sweat and shapes. Even his words begin to disintegrate: "I wish the human body had more than four ways to express problems..."

Portrait of a Self-Diagnosis