Last night when I was trying to sleep, my mind started playing the poor me game.
"Poor me! Why do I have to live with this acid reflux? Why me? Why do I have to give up all the things I love?"
Then I started thinking about my mother and my sister, and all that they went through the last years of their lives. Strokes, seizures, brain surgery, chemo, wheelchairs, etc....
And now I'm over it. I'll do the best I can to get it under control, and in the meantime, I should thank my lucky stars that I really do have my health. Acid reflux is not life threatening. Inconvenient as hell, yes. But manageable.