First it was coffee. Then it was tea. Then it was herbal tea, then fruit juice, then fruit. By the time a month or so had passed, it was pretty much everything that seemed to set the back of my throat on fire.
I was hoarse. I coughed. I pounded Tums. I had the most awful bitter taste in my mouth, like I was going around maybe licking wax off the vegetables at the supermarket or chomping aspirin tablets.
I dodged a bit by paying a trip to my family doctor for a morale boost and to see if maybe, just maybe, something else could possibly be going on. And then I gave in and called Dr. Eos this week.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy talking to Dr. Eos. He’s friendly and super smart and listens attentively. But I was pretty sure he was going to say, “Sounds like GERD,” a diagnosis that I refuse to pile on top of the EGIDs. Refuse!
Sometimes taking the bull by the horns has its merits, though. Surprisingly, maybe it isn’t GERD. Maybe, he said, it’s a little yeast from the steroids, or a few new strictures popping up despite the steroids. Hope springs eternal. (Which my husband and I always thought sounded like the name of a rest home for optimists.)
We’ll know for sure in two weeks after the inevitable scope. At this point, in one of those wacky conundrums of a chronic condition, I’m practically looking forward to it. Scopes I know how to deal with.
Of course, irony of ironies, since making that phone call a few days ago, I’m feeling a heck of a lot better, except that I’m still petrified by the idea of drinking tea.
So, what will it be?
- The ugly GERD monster
- A complication of the EG
- A side effect
- Something else entirely
- Just “one of those things”
Stay tuned for more. In the meantime, it’s good to be back.