Every once in a while, the person upstairs gives you a wake-up call. Mine came a few weeks ago.
Looking back, all the signs were there.
I’d been keeping a supply of Tums in my purse for after meals. I could feel a sensation of acid backing up in my throat when I bent down. Burping became a “thing” for me. And sometimes I had trouble swallowing.
My father had acid reflux, or GERD (gastroesophageal reflux disease), so it wasn’t too farfetched to think that I had it too, but I never put two and two together and took action.
That’s where the person upstairs comes in.
We had just completed our annual Ultimate Dining Experience for Senior Concerns. Attempting to delight 420 people with food, drinks and an entertaining program brings stress as well as rewards.
I was just beginning to relax later that week when friends invited my husband and me out for dinner. Before their invitation,
I’d planned to make filet mignon that night as a treat, so we decided to share a filet at the restaurant.
My first bite, which was no bigger than the size of the nail on my pinky finger, got stuck going down, so I drank some water. Bad idea. The water came up as I rushed to the ladies’ room, but the steak remained stuck.