David has been complaining the last couple of days about his "heart hurting" whenever he swallows. Excuse me, what? Yesterday at breakfast he cringed when he tried swallowing. Last night at dinner, he all but collapsed on the floor as he took a bite of my ever-so-wonderful enchilada casserole. He excused himself from the table after that one bite, and laid on the couch for the rest of the night. I felt his forehead, checking for fever, thinking maybe strep throat? He did feel a bit warm, or maybe my hands were just cold. Some say we keep our house a little chilly. Those people wear hoodies 24/7. David went to bed feeling glum.
This morning he woke up early for basketball practice. (Please don't get the impression he bounded out of bed, ready for his day...that is never the case.) One bite into his oatmeal left him reeling off the stool. His anger flared. Maybe it was frustration. Maybe confusion. But it sure looked like anger. I don't like anger. There.
Jim was able to take him to the doc and found out that what he may be suffering, and I mean suffering from is an irritated esophagus. Meds on the counter, our eyes keeping a watch on him, and no hot or spicy foods.
Only one question...how do you irritate your esophagus?