The First Talk of GERD – January 13, 2006

Uh oh, I just realized that today is Friday the 13th…what does that mean? Just another day of work for me, that’s all. I’m not too superstitious when it comes to those kinds of things, of course if the Goonies are on a 3-game winning streak I won’t change my underwear until we lose. I’m just kidding – or am I?

I just realized it’s been 10 days since I’ve given everyone an update on Kevy, Lisy and Lukie. I did write about my brother moving to Hollywood, but haven’t mentioned anything about us and I’m sure you’re all on the edge of your computer chairs wondering what the heck is going on with the Terrific Trio from Tallahassee. Okay so we’re not from Tallahassee but it was the first city I could think of that started with a T. Plus, if I say Tallahassee it may deter all the “hunters” out there searching for us. Which reminds me, a couple people have asked if I feared being “hunted” by psychos on the internet, since I post pictures of my family. Well, you’re truly a sicko-psycho if you want to come after my cancer-stricken wife and her son and husband, plus we’re dead broke so why waste your time? Plus II, did I mention the fact that I keep my lightsaber underneath my bed and really, do you want to have a run-in with that?

Well here’s the quick update…nothing has been happening! Okay, that’s not completely true. Let’s see…

Tuesday I went to the doctors (yes, Kevin went, not Lis) to check on my chest. I have had tension in my chest for – dare I say – years now and finally decided to go to the doctors to figure out what was going on.

For awhile I thought it was just stress or possibly heartburn, then last week, while helping Debbie move I felt a sharp pain. I probably just pulled or strained a muscle (I mean the box weighed at least five pounds), but the pain lasted for a few days and seemed to get deeper and deeper in my chest.

I finally made an appointment (actually Lis did) and went to the doctors. He told me that it wasn’t anything to worry about and that it was probably just GERD (what a lovely acronym to describe Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease). GERD, I believe, is a more serious form of heartburn. Now don’t get all excited when I say the word “serious” because it’s not “serious” just a more serious form of heartburn. That’s just what I understand it to be. Anyway, I’m supposed to limit my soda intake and really that’s it since I don’t booze it up, smoke, drink coffee or eat a lot of spicy food.

I also found out that I’m a little heavier than I want to be. I actually didn’t just find out, the nurse weighed me and I didn’t like my weight, so I’m going to put myself on a diet, which consists of not-overeating, i.e. not getting up for that second big plate of chicken and rice when I’m really not that hungry. I figure I don’t eat bad stuff (thanks Lisy) so I’m alright there, it’s just that I eat too much. It’s been a struggle all week but I’ve actually felt better and have been doing well until my parent’s invited us over for pizza last night, which is bad cause I made one rule with Lis about drinking pop…only with pizza. Thanks Mom and Dad.

I sure use “which” alot.

Lis went to her monthly checkup on Thursday and found out her platelets are low and that she is high on something (not drugs) that she’s not normally supposed to have a high level of. She doesn’t know the name and I’ve been skipping her appointments because they’re usually less informative. Looks like I’ll have to start going again since the last couple of times she’s had a low white cell count and now a low platelet count and this hi-level of a mysterious word.

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