For the Record

There is nothing fun or amusing about being told by your doctor that he won’t treat your heartburn anymore. There is nothing fun or amusing about being told that you have to have a scope run down your esophagus, regardless of your extreme gag reflex and extreme aversion to the needles used to insert an IV. There is also nothing fun about realizing that you need the treatment for the heartburn bad enough that you’ll go through with it even though you don’t want to.

No, my doctor did not ask me to have it done. He told me to have it done. He asked which hospital I prefer (we have 2) and then made the appointment for the EGD. No, I have no idea what EGD stands for, just that it’s a scope with a camera attached to it run down my esophagus. My boss says she was put completely out when they did hers. I hope they do the same for me. If they don’t, it will not be pretty.

In other news, it is also not fun when you wear a jewelry set you plan on selling to attract attention to it and promptly realize that you’ve lost the bracelet to the set. Now I have to find the money to purchase the beads needed to make the bracelet again. Lovely.

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