My worse Day

guess i shouldn't have bitched about Saturday, b/c Sunday was much worse. about 3.00a.m. i woke up with massive stomach cramps and all hell broke loose over the next several hours. once the "episode" was finished, i then lay around in agony, moaning like a dying dog. i didn't in one place for more than 30 min and felt just awful. by Super Bowl time i had improved slightly, but for the wreaking headache. the good wife had the good fortune to have the classic chips-n-salsa for the game. me? jello and 7-up. it's now Monday and i'm skipping work b/c it feels like someone has beaten me with a hammer. Things can always be worse.