I hate heartburn. Can’t think of anyone who enjoys it, but man, I really fucking hate it. It seems like it has been months (and it probably has been) since I’ve started getting heartburn on an almost daily basis. In fact, I know this has been going on for months. Just type “heartburn” into the search box in the left panel of my webpage, and it pulls up a post from last October. Some days I get it more than once, some days it’s just once, but generally on the days when it’s just once, it lasts hours. I’ve gone through so many antacid tablets that I’m starting to buy in bulk, keeping the bottle on my desk rather than in the bathroom. It’s not like I’ve changed my diet much; I haven’t (to the downfall of not losing weight), but I just keep getting it over and over and over. It’s not just the “ouch, there’s a painful tickle in the back of my throat;” it’s more like “donkey-fucking shiteater, this is making me cough and might make me throw up if it continues to get worse.” Fucking heartburn. Pisses me off. Like I don’t have enough health problems between the arthritis and diabetes and the SAD and being overweight. Some days I feel like someone peed in my gene pool, that I got all the health problems I could get from my ancestry. @#$%^&*!? heartburn. And now my stomach’s been acting up the past couple days. Dippy. If I were a horse, I’d’ve been shot long ago.