Tired and In Pain

It's a quarter to four in the afternoon, and I am
absolutely shot at. Tired, and in pain.

I hate it when anything attacks my head and lungs.
It feels like a struggle for existence.

How am I supposed not to wish I had never
been born, under the circumstances?

Once again, I'm on the verge of telling you an interesting
story, and I'm going to go to bed instead.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you this amusing word puzzle.

Diseases that would make lovely baby girl's names