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Fraternal Sympathies
Oct. 20th, 2003 04:38 am*sigh*
I should have seen this coming. It was a wonderful day. Gaming, Angel, Chicago. All good. Food. Lots of it. All good to taste, but not good for me. Looking back at my consumption for the day, though, I see my stupidity. Salts, oils, acids, all leading to the inevitable conclusion that anyone who was not having too much fun to pay attention would have seen - heartburn.
It all could have been avoided by the simple addition of a healthy salad or the like, but no. So, I sit here sipping a bit of milk, waiting for it to pass.
Heartburn is that most uncivil of maladies. It wakes you from happy slumber at 4AM, in painful discomfort that you cannot quickly evade. No matter what you're sitting there for a while in the dark, stewing in your own juices, physically and metaphorically. It's an ailment that brings you to think of the most worrisome and depressing things.
For me moreso than for some others, I think. It would be fairly accurate to say my brother died of this. I know that medically his case bears little or no similarity to mine, but I still think of him lying there in the dark with this pain and worse. Every night. For years. Feeling alone, worried that no doctor gives him any help. And it hurts.
It isn't like one little dietary stumble gives me real understanding of what he went through. I've only an inkling, and I know it. Since I'm not exactly a happy camper at the moment, I feel guilty for making the analogy, too. Wonderful.
I sip a little more milk. This too shall pass
I should have seen this coming. It was a wonderful day. Gaming, Angel, Chicago. All good. Food. Lots of it. All good to taste, but not good for me. Looking back at my consumption for the day, though, I see my stupidity. Salts, oils, acids, all leading to the inevitable conclusion that anyone who was not having too much fun to pay attention would have seen - heartburn.
It all could have been avoided by the simple addition of a healthy salad or the like, but no. So, I sit here sipping a bit of milk, waiting for it to pass.
Heartburn is that most uncivil of maladies. It wakes you from happy slumber at 4AM, in painful discomfort that you cannot quickly evade. No matter what you're sitting there for a while in the dark, stewing in your own juices, physically and metaphorically. It's an ailment that brings you to think of the most worrisome and depressing things.
For me moreso than for some others, I think. It would be fairly accurate to say my brother died of this. I know that medically his case bears little or no similarity to mine, but I still think of him lying there in the dark with this pain and worse. Every night. For years. Feeling alone, worried that no doctor gives him any help. And it hurts.
It isn't like one little dietary stumble gives me real understanding of what he went through. I've only an inkling, and I know it. Since I'm not exactly a happy camper at the moment, I feel guilty for making the analogy, too. Wonderful.
I sip a little more milk. This too shall pass
