I woke up last night in writhing pain. My stomache in knots. My head banging. I got a charlie horse when I atempted to get out of bed to head for the bathroom. I tripped on a large stuffed dog and hit my head on the closet door. I finally make it back to bed to find out that a toy airplane has found its way underneath my air bed and it has sprung a leak. So now I'm literally lying on the floor with a blanket and I grab the stuffed dog and wrap my arms around him and fall back to sleep. Chase wakes me up this morning by stealing the dog from me and proclaiming that its his. I think I told him to run into the wall for me, of course he did not listen. After two advil and a shower, I think I finally feel better.