I’ve been taking my thyroid pills for almost two weeks now and I can already see little differences. My energy levels are up, my hair stopped falling out, and I don’t feel hopeless when I look in the mirror anymore. Yeah, I’ll probably have to take them for a long, long time. But like my mom said last week…”Honey, when you get old sometimes you have to take pills for a long time. I do it, and now you’re doing it. You’re getting old.”
I told you she was a sage.
But hey, I’m smiling more.
I’m going through this too sort of. I’m trying out a two week supply of omeprazole based on the advice of the nurse practitioner I saw earlier this week. Reflux sounds about right. The symptoms I’ve googled such as “feels like there is food stuck in my lung” and “my throat feels narrow” match up with that.
I had always thought things about people with acid reflux - poor eating habits, overweight. And you know what, that’s kind of me. My first episode was after eating at El Chico. Ate two enchiladas, a fried taco, beans, rice, and chips about two hours before bed. That is the kind of thing a person who gets heartburn *does*.
So, if I’m lucky, and it’s not some sort of pancreatic cancer or something (will discuss further at regular doc’s appointment in July) I might be taking a daily pill for acid reflux. And cutting out soda. Cutting back on coffee and the fattiest of my favorite fatty foods. Taking pills for whatever side effects the other pill causes.
Getting old. Becoming someone with a chronic condition that bogs down our medical system. Slowly dying.
Case in point: I hadn’t been to an Au Bon Pain in years, so when I went for lunch today, I spent five minutes wandering around like a helpless wildebeest, whimpering “where is the menu? How do I eat?!” When I finally went to the checkout with a salad, the lady said “you forgot your dressing” and I think my tiny brain just about popped.
This happened to me when I went to a brazillian BBQ place. They actually have a manager there to show you how to eat.