This old heart of mine...

If there are Death Panels in Obama's health care plan, I'm pretty sure I'm a goner.

I woke up Sunday morning with excruciating pain in my chest, like someone had stabbed me in the ribs and then left the knife in to twist a bit. I initially thought it was because I'd fallen asleep on top of a PS3 controller, but that's as stupid as it sounds. Then I thought it was maybe because I over-danced at a party on Saturday night. If you've seen me drunk-dance, you know this is a more plausible source of my agony. The pain abated a little, enough for me to go out on Sunday night, but it came right back in the middle of the night...with the pain starting to radiate to my arm. Yes, my arm. Have no fear, however, it's not a heart attack. It's something called costochondritis, evidently common for people aged 20-40 (not to be confused with CostcoHondritis, which is inflammation from picking up a 20-pound tub of mayonnaise). The cause is unknown and it simply goes away in a few days. Let's hope so. I'm not good with pain. I can handle all sorts of emotional pain (I welcome it!), but physical pain...not so much.