Pill Induced Esophagitis
I've just finished breakfast. Interesting I know. However the pain I have after each bite or sip of coffee, is enough to make me moan and complain a little to you all and perhaps forward this warning.... Always take Doxyclycline antibiotics with plenty of water. It would seem Ive developed chest pains due to Esophagitis. Basically the pain is like this, eat something, 2 seconds later a pain behind the ribcage, similar to a chip stuck in the windpipe, a few seconds later it passes. The pain from fluids is almost instant. I've been getting by these last few days, and thankfully the pain doesnt detect whether the fluid is water or alcohol, otherwise I would have visited the infirmary days ago.. But still.. Now I have to figure out how an 'ex pat' of 12 years, who hasnt a clue which Aberdeen doctor has their medical records, can go visit a doctor. From what I read I may need PPIs and/or sucralfate, and people with strictures may require dilatation (whatever that means). Prevention is the key they say, ha! Too late. Maybe the doctor could of told me about taking plenty of water. He had mentioned sun sensitivity and a few other side affects, but never this. Well, I'm off to have some tea and scones with a lovely Great Aunt. Might have to have cider and scones as heat makes the pain worse, one has to make sacrifices. I really hope this man who was in the bus yesterday is there again. I was entertained all the way into town with his mobile conversation to a mate. Seemingly this man has a girlfriend here in Edinburgh and a female friend in Glasgow. Seemingly the female friend in Glasgow texted him 15 times in the space of 12hrs, but didnt realise he had a girlfriend here who was pregnant. She was sorry that she pursued him. He had told her to calm down as he only found out about the pregnancy in the last couple of days too, and he told his mate, "but I'm nay concerned, it's nay my first bairn". Now mate on the phone was obviously trying to tell this guy something (and typical male, he wasn't catching on) as for half the journey bus rider denied that the baby would be anyone elses, and to quote "if it came oot Ginger...", unfortunately the bus went over a piece of bumpy road right at that moment and I didnt catch the complete sentence. He went on to tell his mate that was the only way to tell if it was his, and I felt like advising him otherwise, there's paternity tests you know, you just cant rely on the hair colour otherwise my 2 brown haired kids would mean they were mothered by someone else. Colour of skin would be a good clue though (no experience there I would like to add). Aaah, but this bus rider has never cheated on a girl on his life he says. But then he kept adding, you cant trust women can you? That's when I felt like clobbering him with my handbag, only old ladies get away with that though, and seeing as I had put my anti wrinkle cream on that morning I refrained from assault. Said bus riders pregnant girlfriend was now in love with him too, she misses him when he's nay in the hoose he said. About time too, it's taken her long enough he commented. It would take me a lifetime I thought to myself. Maybe I shouldnt sit next to shaved headed men with big boots plonked upon the front window frame and no shirt on... I do enjoy my Lothian bus journeys.Posted in