There is the power of the universe inside me that wants to heal me right now.

Every cell you have came from another living cell, and that chain has not been broken once in something like four billion years. Not in an ancestor who was a fish, not in one who was a bacterium.

You are the current end of an unbroken run of things that kept going. Whatever repair capacity exists in you was tested and kept across the whole of it.

That guarantees nothing about this week. Only that whatever is on your side is older and considerably more stubborn than the thing in front of you.