I have gotten acid reflux and I can't stop obsessing over all the food I might not eat again without pain. I started taking omeprazole this week - only $9 over the counter, far cheaper than a doctor apppointment and still reasonable this early in the game. My faint hope is that I will be back to normal after 14 days. My fear is that I will struggle with this, in spite of drugs and a limited diet, which is a reality for my mother and my best friend.
I snapped a photo of my avocado, salt, and sourdough bread lunch at my job this week - it's tasty and supposedly safe for someone with acid reflux.
Sometimes I face the acid with stoicism, with all my past adversities backing me up. Most of the time I mourn the food I love and complain that the universe is so unfair (this is ridiculous - my faith in God does not support this, but that's my honest gut reaction).
But one thing I am firm about: continuing projects and work. It's therapy to me, a kind of refusal to sink into the depths and cower on the sofa. I finished a quilt last night - pictures coming soon!
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