My mother used to say, "When it rains, it pours."
I don't have to worry about dementia for awhile, as I told you in yesterday's entry; but wouldn't you know, I woke up with terrible acid reflux at 1 AM. I have been having a little trouble with that lately, again. Two years ago, I had an endoscopy done because I had terrific stomach pain; the doctor really didn't seem to find a particular cause, but somehow the pain subsided. I didn't really care for the doctor who did the procedure. I never met him before the endoscopy, and he didn't seem all that friendly afterward.
I got over the tummy problem. I think I was supposed to go back in a year and have the test done again, but I felt fine (sounds like a man's excuse, doesn't it?). However, when I mentioned to nurse Samantha that I was having occasional problems with heartburn again, she told me I need to go see my specialist.
This time the problem isn't in my stomach. I know this pain ALL too well; it's pure, unadulterated acid reflux. I had a bleeding ulcer in my esophagus about forty years ago, and this is that same pain. So far I don't seem to have any bleeding (I assume you all know how one finds that out), but I got the same doctor's number this morning and called for an appointment. He was one of several doctors at that practice; I was told he had moved on (yay). The lady looked for another doctor with the nearest available appointment slot and found one who can do my procedure Friday... day after tomorrow. Great! Get this over with, I say.
When I woke up last night, I came to the living room recliner as miserable as I could be; had the pain been from some other cause, I'd have awakened Cliff and gone to an emergency room. It didn't go away, but it eased enough that I went back to sleep in the recliner until 5 AM. I had a dental appointment at noon today, but called and cancelled it. I just don't feel like keeping it.
So far this week we've gone to the doctor, cancelled the dentist, and made an appointment to have a procedure done tomorrow. Oh yes, and we paid $325 to have our septic tank emptied yesterday. I guess that stimulus money is good for something, but the dentist may have to wait until next month. I need my own secretary to keep track of our appointments around here.
What a pitiful, woe-is-me entry this is. A better day is coming.