Today sucked
Drove my husband to the hospital this morning to have an endoscopy done–just part, I thought, of the “I’m 50 and I don’t want to die” testing that any reasonable human being does.
With Rick still out from the anesthetic, the gastroenterologist came and told me the results. He said “Every inch of his stomach lining looks like raw hamburger meat. He has hemorrhagic gastritis.” So how does one of the most phlegmatic men I’ve ever known end up with a full-stomach ulcer? Aspirin.
Rick had a heart attack at 47, and has been faithful about taking what the cardiologist tells him to take, when he tells him take it. The heart attack was almost purely genetic–he doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke. So I’m sitting here railing against fate. The medicine that’s keeping him healthy heart-wise will kill him if he doesn’t stop taking it.
Today sucked.
