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Oct. 16th, 2003 04:16 amMy stomach hurts today. Not bad, just irritated enough to be, well, irritating. I'm hoping it's just a side-effect of my acid reflux medicine. I really don't need another layer thrown on the heap of stomach problems I've inherited from my mother. Or more accurately, perhaps I should say I don't need another heap from my mother's layer thrown on me. If I've gone and developed an ulcer like she has and her mother had then that's just one more thing. Nice to know that just when it seems like you're getting one fire put out another one can be counted on to start. For anyone who thinks acid reflux disease is a joke I have a fun game for you to play: Take up sword swallowing. And do it wrong. Really, really wrong. Then get your blood-retching carcass up off the ground and quit crying, you big crybaby. The pain you're feeling is NOTHING compared to this disease.
The day before yesterday I drank my first glass of orange juice in over a year. I can't describe to you how wonderful that was, just drinking a bloody glass of orange juice. Seven years ago I drank orange juice all the time. Every day. For over a year I have been physically incapable of doing it. I have greater sympathy for elderly people now, having had a taste of what it feels like to slowly lose the ability to do or enjoy things you once took for granted, one by one, until all you have left are memories of the ease you once enjoyed. And the memories are far more curse than pleasure.
I'm whining. I shouldn't do that. My complaints are insults to people with real problems. Like Parkinson's Disease. They can't even pick up the glass or the orange juice either one.
But pain is pain and the Pandora's Box inside my belly can lay off with the surprises any old time it wants to.
In other news, the trip to get the tax waiver this past morning was amazingly swift and painless. Sadly, sleep was not forthcoming today so I'm pretty much drifting here at work. Only four more hours and then I can get some shut-eye. Heh. "Only."
The day before yesterday I drank my first glass of orange juice in over a year. I can't describe to you how wonderful that was, just drinking a bloody glass of orange juice. Seven years ago I drank orange juice all the time. Every day. For over a year I have been physically incapable of doing it. I have greater sympathy for elderly people now, having had a taste of what it feels like to slowly lose the ability to do or enjoy things you once took for granted, one by one, until all you have left are memories of the ease you once enjoyed. And the memories are far more curse than pleasure.
I'm whining. I shouldn't do that. My complaints are insults to people with real problems. Like Parkinson's Disease. They can't even pick up the glass or the orange juice either one.
But pain is pain and the Pandora's Box inside my belly can lay off with the surprises any old time it wants to.
In other news, the trip to get the tax waiver this past morning was amazingly swift and painless. Sadly, sleep was not forthcoming today so I'm pretty much drifting here at work. Only four more hours and then I can get some shut-eye. Heh. "Only."
