I'm made of flesh and bone, people.

I can do a Smackdown when tired. I can do a Smackdown when sick. I can do a Smackdown while nauseous. What I can NOT do is a Smackdown while exhausted, sick AND nauseous.

The guilt that dogs me because this Smackdown was to be a birthday treat for a good friend can only drive me so far. I must throw my hands up, or risk hurting myself and/or others.