Let's see... Today's one of those bad days you feel coming from miles away and yet you just can't duck it and have to resolve yourself to getting steamrolled by it.

First thing in the morning (and it's still in that time frame as I write this) and I wake to gout in my left foot's big toe's joint.

I can describe gout in one word: PAIN. Yes, PAIN. In capital neon letters fifty miles high bordered in high-intensity lighting and a number of sparkly fireworks.

For those who don't know, gout, also known as gouty arthritis, is a buildup of uric acid at the joints or tendon. The result is intense, insane PAIN at said joint.

The next step for me this morning is to go to the hospital and end up with them prescribing colchicine, this tiny little (and thankfully cheap-as-hell) pill that will give me a day of Montezuma's Revenge. For those of you not familiar with the term, it means I'll spend the day moving at odd irregular intervals between my work seat and the porcelain throne. You take colchicine until you stop this behavior. By that time, the uric acid will be out of your system.

So yeah, this BEGINS my day. To quote the old song, "I see a bad moon rising." This fox is NOT happy.