Lately I haven't been feeling so well. I have GERD, which basically means I have heartburn/acid reflux every day. It's perfectly common and manageable if you take care of yourself and take your medicine every day... Except that I'm exactly like an ornery ol' elderly person in that I don't like taking my medicine and try to get out of it whenever possible.
I paid for that dearly this weekend. I'm not sure how, but in one night I'd managed to bring forth enough stomach acid past my esophagus and a bit towards the roof of my mouth... and completely f*** everything up. My throat feels cracked and inflamed. And it's like the superficial layer of my throat has had enough pain and suffering, and now just wants everyone to respect its right to die, and is waiting for a quiet departure. Meanwhile, somehow my tongue has got involved too, and though it's not as war-torn as my throat, it definitely has its own battle scars.
But otherwise, happy Monday! lol
I was doing a little organizing this weekend and came across my box of love letters and love-souvenirs. Inside are all the heartfelt, handwritten words Jon's ever written me; wrapping paper from the first box of chocolate I received from him; the map we relied on during our first trip together... Are you the sentimental type, too? I keep all this in an old pretty Tiffany box, but I'm sure some people like to do collages or frames, etc. How do you store your love letters and souvenirs?