Stupid friggin' reflux!
So here I am, Still awake at 2:15 when i need to get up around 6 with the kids and then do work the rest of the day, I have this totally awesome problem called Acid reflux where the sphincter a the top of my stomach basically went on strike years ago and is whimsical at best and malicious at worst about when and how it works.
On a normal night I take care not to eat an hour or 2 (even better) before bedtime or I wake up 15 minutes later aspirating my own stomach contents. Usually this works ok and I manage to make it through the night without an uncomfortable juxtaposition of digestive fluid and lung tissue. Not tonight!
As I try to get to sleep I realize that I haven't actually eaten since around 8, so I am having mild hunger pangs accompanied by an anticipatory increase in stomach acid. This means I have a lot more fluid of the hurty and burny sort sloshing around and lying down to sleep would be whatcha call in the medical biz a "Dumb Fucking Call
So here I sit, carefully upright waiting for zantac and tums to do something so I can get a little sleep tonight. Joy.
I really need to get my ass to a doctor soon, once the medical insurance kicks in. Last year I had biopsies done of a couple scary lumps in the area in question and they turned out to not be cancerous. I could very well not be lucky another time. Esophageal cancer is a nasty one with a sucky prognosis. "Sure you can live, but you get to eat for the rest of your life through a feeding tube that bypasses your mouth!'
Being a bit of a foodie, that would truly draw vacuum.
On a normal night I take care not to eat an hour or 2 (even better) before bedtime or I wake up 15 minutes later aspirating my own stomach contents. Usually this works ok and I manage to make it through the night without an uncomfortable juxtaposition of digestive fluid and lung tissue. Not tonight!
As I try to get to sleep I realize that I haven't actually eaten since around 8, so I am having mild hunger pangs accompanied by an anticipatory increase in stomach acid. This means I have a lot more fluid of the hurty and burny sort sloshing around and lying down to sleep would be whatcha call in the medical biz a "Dumb Fucking Call
So here I sit, carefully upright waiting for zantac and tums to do something so I can get a little sleep tonight. Joy.
I really need to get my ass to a doctor soon, once the medical insurance kicks in. Last year I had biopsies done of a couple scary lumps in the area in question and they turned out to not be cancerous. I could very well not be lucky another time. Esophageal cancer is a nasty one with a sucky prognosis. "Sure you can live, but you get to eat for the rest of your life through a feeding tube that bypasses your mouth!'
Being a bit of a foodie, that would truly draw vacuum.