"I don't know what else it can be.

You have no idea how anxious I feel.

I have frightful dreams.

I'm perpetually anxious." "No wonder," says Adrian, who enjoys the childish simplicity to which an absorbed study of his sensational existence has brought poor Hippias.
"No wonder.

Ten years of Fairy Mythology! Could anyone hope to sleep in peace after that?
As to your digestion, no one has a digestion who is in the doctor's hands.