Something was wrong, very wrong. This was not a dull, throbbing pain, like a headache; it wasnt even a piercing, stabbing pain, like the pancreatitis Id had when I was thirty. This was a different kind of Pain. Like my body was going to burst. Like my insides were trying to force their way out. This was the no-fucking-around kind of Pain.

Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing by Matthew Perry