I've been a bad girl. I haven't been taking my medicines as the doctor prescribed. No, I haven't broken down and taken the last 2 Percocet left over from 10 years ago when I had my wisdom teeth out. I'm saving those for a rainy day. I haven't been taking my acid reflux medication.
About a year ago, I had a health "scare" that turned out to be really bad acid reflux (I even went under general anesthesia for a endoscopy). I've been able to manage my symptoms well by taking medication, but recently I've stopped taking it altogether. And last night's dinner probably set me off, even though we left out the red pepper flakes and skipped the gross soft boiled egg. We enjoyed a fancy soup from our Blue Apron subscription, but it hit my husband and I hard. He felt uncomfortable immediately. It took about 30 minutes before I bloated to the size of Santa Claus. I took some tums and went to bed. Then all day, I battled with reflux.
I took my meds as soon as I returned from work, but there wasn't enough time for them to kick in before we went out for a run. If you've never run with acid reflux before, just don't. Running has always made my symptoms worse, so I spent the run doing my best not to puke. Fantastic, right? And my husband had the worst ADD this evening and kept stopping: let's inhale a moth, let's stop to look at the stars, wait, is it a full moon tonight. It was everything I had to keep running and finish our mileage.
I decided to fight fire with fire and am enjoying a lovely glass of red wine. Acid cancels acid, right? Or was that base cancels acid? Who cares!
Miles logged: 3.25
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