I imagine Jack in constant pain. Like holy fuck. He practically explodes everyday. Jesus fucking Christ. His ass gets handed to him on a silver platter most of the time. Shit son. He’s shunned by people he used to consider partners/friends or by people he praises.
I just imagine that on rare days when he has very little fucks he just gets home and takes a hell fire bath and then eats a big meal and finally takes some pain killers to sleep soundly in the darkness of his room in a mini coma just to wake up three or five days later to deal with all that bullshit.