The Cure

"I know what the problem is!" the doctor told him.

"Please," the defeated man begged--a man resigned to hopelessness.

"It's not all in your head."

"Oh--thank God! I thought I'd gone mad."

"No, it's real. The hives, pus-balls, exploding head, obstructions everywhere, lava feces, the fire you urinate, the--"

"Stop! Just tell me, can it be treated?"

"Actually, I can cure it. With this. But there are side effects." He held up the syringe.

"I don't care," the man cried, nodding.

The doctor injected it into his arm, and within less than a minute he was cured and, mercifully, dead.