I woke up 7:30. I'd had a bad night - serious abdominal pain. It wasn't any better when I got up. I did the pet stuff and then a few things to get ready. Breakfast was something that I didn't want to even attempt.
Ellen started cooking. She spent a lot of the day doing it.
I surfed while waiting for everyone to get here. John and Melissa got here about 11John and I sat down to watch football. I was still in a lot of pain and considering the hospital. I looked on the web and kidney stones were out (right place, but not enough pain). So was appendicitis - pain in too widespread and in the wrong place. I did dry heave two or three times. It didn't help.
John and I watched football for the rest of the afternoon. The plain got a little less,but not by much. It was actually better if I stood up. Sitting in the recliner was OK, but the kitchen chairs were unbearable.
The kids showed up after 4 with the dog. The pain started to become less, but was still bad. I went to the can and let some of the biggest farts I've ever had. It didn't help though.
After they came I had calls from Hooch and three dollar bill. Hooch's cal was the standard Merry Christmas call. Three dollar bill bent my ear for 45 minutes with a story of a car crash he was in and his troubles getting the car fixed. He's clearly non-functional.
With the phone calls over we opened presents. Everyone seemed happy with what they got.
We ate about 6. I wasn't hungry at all, but I wanted to participate. I had a small slice of beef (it was great), a quarter of a baked potato, and a little salad. That was all I ate today
Everyone but me played cards after dinner. I hurt too much to sit at the table. For some reason the pain finally went away about 9 so I could socialize until the kids left and the rest of it went to bed.
I loved having everyone here, but this Christmas sucked.
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