Holy Heartburn, Batman!

So I've never had heartburn, really. There was the occasional minute of uneasiness after eating a particularly satisfying meal from Taco Bell, but other than that nothing to write home about. My mom and brother always had it BAD, but I guess I got lucky. Little did I know how lucky I was.

The heartburn saga started a few weeks ago, when I realized that it was time to buy Tyler a new bottle of Tums since I had eaten all of his. The first time I knew the heartburn thing was going to be bad was when I got heartburn from cinnamon Pop Tarts. If you know me well, you know that I've been pretty much living on Pop Tarts since I was born. Never have I EVER gotten heartburn from Pop Tarts. But that one fateful day a few weeks ago those Pop Tarts gave me heartburn that just wouldn't go away.

After the Pop Tart incident, I started getting heartburn from anything, everything, and nothing. It doesn't matter what I eat, or if I eat nothing at all, I'm destined to feel like a dragon with indigestion.


Some days are better than others, and all days have been better than the past two. Not only do I feel like the Pepto Bismol poster child: Nausea! Heartburn! Indigestion! Upset Stomach! (thank goodness for no diarrhea) but I'm also pretty convinced that I'm going to need a new esophagus after this baby comes to replace the destroyed one I've got now. It was so bad last night that I actually slept sitting up. I'm hoping to high heaven that it doesn't get worse before it gets better.