Have you ever spent three straight days in a Panamanian hospital?....  I have some news, it's not as fun as it sounds.  That's where I have been the last three days, and am currently sitting.  Confession time: For the last three weeks, I've had a pretty bad stomach ache.  The whole time I just assumed it would go away.  What stomach ache lasts for three weeks anyway, right?  Well, after two weeks, it wasn't hard for me to notice how fatigued I was.  Hell, it took everything I had in me to run out a double.  And there I was, on second base, on the raggedy edge, huffing and puffing as if I had just sprinted a 5K.  I mentioned it to my general manager down here: Almedo Seinz (former dodger, who's specialty was to just hit home runs in the 8th inning.  Vin Scully used to call him The Killer Tomato, and the name caught on.  Almedo even gave me a Killer Tomato t-shirt).  We talked about me seeing a doctor, but two days later, I woke up in truly excruciating pain.  Had my teammate call my manager and tell him I needed to go to the hospital.  Turned out, I had a pretty bad intestinal infection.  To say the least, it's been a rough three days.