Well, I've taken the plunge...

I've scheduled an appointment with a surgeon in Douglasville (about 30 miles east) who does the Stomphyx/Endophyx procedure, to have him evaluate me to take care of this fuckin' GERD. Woke up early this morning with horrific reflux, didn't aspirate any, but I have that horrible lump-in-your-throat feeling that I just can't get rid of.

Ate about 10 antacid tablets and finally had to get up and drink the rest of the liquid antacid and eat 5 more antacid tabs before it finally let up. Fuck.

While it's all nice and wonderful that I'm getting the calcium, those bastards can also cause kidney stones. Niiiice. So I drink and drink until I slosh. Which doesn't help when you're sweating like a pig working on the rental house -- it all comes out your pores, and none of it goes through your kidneys to flush out the calcium. So you produce concentrated stinky pee, and the calcium sits in your kidneys, merrily forming sand...

So next Wednesday May 12 I will be meeting with the eminent Dr. Griffith, and hopefully we'll be scheduling a date for pleating my pouch and creating a functional lower esophageal valve...

Writer's Block: Cinco de Mayo

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Well, if you consider eating too much, packing into a public park with too many people to see fireworks, then going home and eating too many leftovers celebrating, I suppose I do. I have to wonder, though, how did the day the Declaration of Independence was signed become a day for cooking out, watching fireworks, and eating watermelon?