I know I wasn't going to mention the gory details of my pain, but I have just woken up, at 1:40 AM, on Christmas morning, from severe abdominal pain. Nothing like abdominal pain to wake you up on Christmas morning. Either Santa Claus ran out of the usual lump of coal and had me jabbed in the stomach by Rudolph's horns, or I'm in for a "so-ill-it's-memorable" Christmas.

OH... did I say to enjoy the small things and the details in life? Yeah... I'm going to sound real hypocritical.... but that only works when you're not groaning from the seemingly eternal grasp of hell that refuses to unleash you!