As usual, I just had to be unique. Due to the odd bit of pain and swelling, I took just a few ibuprofen 3 days in a row. Ibuprofen has always messed with my stomach and my stomach got pretty irate with me by Wed morning. After lunch on Wed I started experiencing from pretty hefty gut pain. Nothing to call 911 over but of some concern since I've never experienced internal injuries before so I wasn't sure what they might feel like - and it was more than just "did I really eat *all* those onion rings again" sort of pain. I was in town at the time, and since I live 35 miles from the nearest hospital, I figured I'd schedule a quick 10 minute appt with the doc. I've already done the "aw that pain will go away eventually" that caused me to endure that 40 minute drive at 3am with a big kidney stone. I don't care to repeat that experience. Got in to see the doc at 2:45pm. At around midnight I got out of surgery :eek1 It wasn't the wreck or internal injuries, it was the freaking ibuprofen! It seems I had a critter called a Meckle's diverticulum. When we're embryos, sometimes when the small intestine separates from the stomach it takes some of the stomach's cells that produce acid with it. Those cells are able to produce acid *inside* the small intestine - where there is no stomach lining to protect against it! It's been there all my life, I just happened to push it too far this time. The doc snipped out 2" of my small intestine and stitched the loose ends back together, problem solved. (Well except for the fact that the scars on my beer belly have completely ruined my career as a centerfold model) Meckle's is something that only affects about 2% of the population, and only about 5% of that 2% ever show any symptoms, and even fewer need surgery - the surgeon said I was only the fourth one he'd ever seen and only one other required treatment. I think I was actually even "luckier" than that; the intestine was very inflamed and easily could have perforated, with the same consequences as a ruptured appendix. If that had happened on one of my usual rides 30-50 miles from here and then I had the additional 35 miles to get to the hospital, it would have been pretty ugly ride. Moral of the story - never assume that correlation is causation, and when in doubt, just let the fuckin' doc take a quick poke at you. It just might save you a lot of time and agony in the long run.