The other night I was viciously prevented from getting any sleep. I was in bed at midnight, sitting with my eyes wide open. My body was on fire and I knew I wouldn’t last the night. (In hindsight, I realize this was dramatic.) So what is a girl to do when she feels death is coming for her? Commemorate the ordeal through social media!

And thus, the night of the many status updates began.

It is 4:40 AM. Since midnight I have taken the maximum daily dosage of three types of heartburn medication. Not only is the heartburn not gone, I’m pretty sure the life force behind the burn is more pissed off than it was before the meds. According to Web M.D., not only am I probably having a heart attack but it is most likely that I’ve already passed away and my conscience is trying to convince me I’m still alive.

Nothing like an online doctor to make you feel better!

Only two more hours before I can call the appointment line to see my doctor. I’m pretty sure it’s time for us to acknowledge this is not your standard heartburn, this could be something like acid reflux. And that “do not take for more than two weeks” warning on the label…

I laugh in the face of that warning label!

Damn, I just looked over at the window in my bedroom and through the curtains I can see the outline of the trees. Apparently the sun is already rising and I haven’t even made it to sleep yet! And you know what one of the biggest triggers is of heartburn?!?! Lack of sleep! I don’t know how they expect you to sleep when your chest is burning like lava is flowing through it!

I’m going to need my mom to retire from her job and become my own personal nurse. While I can’t pay you a salary in actual dollars, I do have Lola kisses that are impossible to quantify. Mom, I’ll put together a job description and I promise it will not include vegetables!

The tree shapes outside of my bedroom window are mocking me. Do dogs get heartburn? I feel like Lola has some sympathy heartburn because she hasn’t been sleeping tonight either. (I guess she could have just been disturbed by all my suffering since I kept wiggling around and using the talk to type feature. Hey dog, my chest is burning up, I’m going to talk to type if I want to!)

I wonder if my doctor will give me a prescription for that medicine that they gave me in the hospital. It was this magical elixir that when I drank, it numbed everything from my lips to my stomach. I’m betting they’re going to say I can’t have a prescription for that because they know I’ll drink it every chance I get. It made me feel like an all-powerful wizard, dare I say a Lord Voldemort?!

Sleep deprivation was setting in.

The doctor will say that the medicine is too dangerous in my hands because I’ll wind up drinking it and jumping off a building because I think it will cure everything! Which it totally does.

Damn the man for holding me down.

I’m going to copy and paste all of these comments into a blog post. If only Jason would’ve bought me that MacBook I asked for, I wouldn’t have to blow up my Facebook feed trying to put all my thoughts down before the burning inside of my chest destroys my brain as well. (Look at that follow through! I am a fucking champion!)

It is now 4:56 AM. The burning started at 11:14 PM. That is 5 hours and 40 minutes of suffering.

340 minutes of pain.

20,400 seconds of pure fire raging through my soul.

(It was at this point my friend recommended peppermint.) I tried peppermint the last time I had heartburn, it backfired so badly I had to go to the hospital so they could give me the magical elixir that numbed everything. And then they told me to never, ever do that again. I’m currently guzzling water to “neutralize” the acid.

I laughed as I typed that, nothing is going to neutralize this fire!

I thought I had to burp…it was dangerously close to not being a burp. Now I’m scared on a whole new level, vomit is my nemesis. And I’m pretty sure that will just make the heartburn worse. Though I guess if we refer back to Web M.D., I’m already dead from that aortic explosion they claim I am experiencing because heartburn is too mundane for them to diagnose!

Lola decided if she’s not going to be able to sleep in peace that she’d like her breakfast early. I don’t think so pork, even with heartburn I know that’s a bad idea! Then lunch will have to come early and then dinner will have to come early and then it will be bedtime and your belly will be completely empty and you’ll retaliate by pooping on my head while I sleep. (She’s very devious when hungry.)

I wonder if I can take sleep aids with all these heartburn medicines. I would ask Web M.D., but I’m dead and it will basically let me do whatever I want now.

I feel something lodged in my throat…it is regret. I’m breaking up with Italian sausage!

I have the fan on high in my bedroom…As if that will help heartburn.

I feel like this heartburn is retaliation for the missing organ. It’s not my fault! The appendix no longer wanted to live with the rest of you body parts!!!

This is the moment where the crazies, aka my friends, came out of the woodwork. One swore my gallbladder was failing, another worried over heart attack and a third questioned pregnancy. Now, normally I wouldn’t worry but many of my friends and family are in healthcare and I was a tad bit nervous over their theories of the burning. Especially that last one – it scared me so bad I had to stop monologuing just to respond. I am not pregnant. But that was the scariest thing someone has said about this heartburn. I’d prefer the heart attack one friend was sure I was having!

I ended the ordeal with a final post because I had finally been awake for so long that the doctor’s office opened for the day.

Well, I called the doctor. Everybody told me I have to call the doctor. And you fuckers are now on my shank list! I couldn’t get an appointment this week so I have to wait until next week. But that’s not the bad part. She gave me a list of foods I can’t eat for the next week… I lost bacon. Bacon! Why the fuck do I want to live if I can’t eat my beloved bacon! And as if that wasn’t bad enough, guess who can’t eat spam or marinara sauce?! Me! No pizza, no Italian sausage, no Mexican food. I guess I’m just going to eat buttered noodles for the next week?! And no soda. No orange juice. Just water. Water. Water. I’m rethinking how bad that heartburn was last night and if I just want to ignore the doctor. But considering I was awake until after 7 AM, I really need to listen to the doctor.

So now you know, I’m still alive. I made it through the night. Click below to follow me on social media, you never know when you’ll get another play-by-play of a near death experience.

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16 replies on “The night of many thoughts…

  1. I love this!!! Hilarious!! (Not for you, obviously, sorry!!) hope the life- of -a-saint helped cure the heartburn and you got some sleep! Great post.
    I wish I was comical – my link seems far too serious now! 🙂 #Momsterslink

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    1. Thank you for reading! I’m sure you are comical, you just have to find that sweet spot where you’re comfortable. It took me several years before I figured out what kind of comedy I liked in my writing.


  2. I literally cannot tell you how many nights I have had like this. I suffer with horrific health anxiety and despite countless courses of CBT in the dead of the night I cant find the energy to fight those crazy thoughts. I didn’t used to be this way but over the last two years I have been very poorly, still searching for an official diagnosis, and the constant stress of scans and consultants and tests has just tipped me over the edge. I’m so glad that you survived the night! #momsterslink

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        1. I love to read them and watch them (as long as the Hubster isn’t deployed because no way am I sleeping alone after a ghost movie). I don’t write them though, I don’t have a knack for fiction yet.

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          1. Fiction is easy you write a bunch and something his eventually happens. I have a couple decent pieces. I’m in the middle of a series called Granny. She’s taking a small boy things. But it’s got a lot to do yet.

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  3. Heartburn is a pain in the arse, well the chest really, but none the less just pure suckly! I eat peppermint flavored tums. I ate them by the Costco sized bottle full when I was pregnant. Hope you’re feeling better and thanks for linking up with #momsterslink and sharing all the blogger love!


    1. I have to avoid peppermint after a really terrible moment when it made the heartburn SO MUCH WORSE than it was. (I had to use all caps just to show you how much worse it was.) Apparently, some people don’t do well with it. I’m currently eating my way through fruit flavored Tums by the bottle as well as daily meds while I wait for my appointment. Three more days, I can make it. I hope.

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        1. They are really awful tasting! I’m trying to manage the burning by eating all bland food and taking LOTS of naps while in a half-reclined position. I do have to say, it’s a pretty dull burn as long as I don’t get squirrelly and eat anything spicy. Or with flavor! Almost there though. And since all my blood work came back normal already, I’m either going to lose a gallbladder or I have to finally face the fact that when you hit mid-thirties, you may not be able to treat your body like it’s a teenager. I may need to actually sleep on a schedule instead of playing on my computer all night long. And apparently the whole package of bacon is intended for multiple servings. Ugh. I already miss bacon and it’s only been 4 days of bland food.

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  4. Oh my word! How utterly traumatic!? I’m so impressed that you managed to continue your amazing work on social media whilst clearly facing death / pregnancy straight in the eye! This is such dedication and should be applauded! 😉

    I love your writing – so dry and utterly hillarious! On a serious note I hope you’re ok. Hate to add to the heartbreak but chocolate is also a killer in the heartburn stakes, although milkshakes and ice cream are winners so you know, there’s that?

    Thanks for the shout out lovely! Sending cake and wine, oh erm, I mean water and noodles 😘 💕 xx

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    1. Thank you for reading and enjoying my humor! I did not know about the chocolate, but thank you for telling me because I had a little bit of heartburn the other night and I had just eaten some m&ms. I did not know they were one of the things to avoid so I will make sure that I don’t eat anymore until after I go to the doctor and get myself looked at. Two more days until I know what is wrong.

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      1. Oh dear – sorry to be the messenger of bad news then 😣🍫 I suffered really badly with it through pregnancy (Sorry – The P word again) and it was one of the worst triggers for me. Hope it gets sorted hun xx

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