Well this one's not for the faint hearted, so if you get queasy, stop reading now. I have no idea why I'm typing this because I know everyone can read it, but it's like I'm sharing it with you guys, and in the event that I get kicked out on monday, it'll probably be the only time I'm comfortable saying it. You guys remember how I told you I had all my ribs broken in surgery? Well it was because my chest wasn't quite right. My rib cage was sort of pressing on my heart and if I hadn't had the surgery, I probably wouldn't be here typing this. I've had it since birth but I was the most active kid you'd find, so it's not like it hampered me or anything. So, when I was 18 I went to hospital. Basically what they did was cut me open (with a laser - how cool is that?!) and break all my ribs and move them in such a way as they didn't touch my heart any more. Then they put a titanium strut in behind it all and joined metal wires between the bottom of my rib cage and my shoulders (oh yeah, they had to detach my shoulder muscles as well). So the result is, I'm fine now. I ache sometimes but very rarely, and I have pretty cool x-rays to bring out at parties and a mean looking scar as well. And the first question everyone asks when I tell them - do you set airport detectors off, and no I don't. That'd be pretty funny though. The best part was, I had the most fantastic drugs beforehand (man I wish I had an excuse to take them again!) and an epidural and a ton of pethadine afterwards. So yeah, that's my story and I hope you go and hug someone you love today.