Full of Myself

 I just finished my walk with Grace and am getting ready to work the crossword puzzle in the newspaper. I am also feeling pretty full of myself. (Walter's translation for that is "morally superior.")

Yesterday, I had a scope done on my esophagus. For the last 6 months or so, I've had real trouble with swallowing my prozac. It feels like it's getting stuck about half way down and the pain and burning last up to 24 hours. The feeling makes me hesitate to take the pill, but if the pill doesn't go down then the anxiety rises. (I bet you've got the cycle down, right?) So I've had myself convinced that it's all in my mind because I really don't want to take prozac, but it turns out it's actually in my esophagus, which made me feel even more sane than the prozac does. Some Pepcid should help with the symptoms and prevent the inflammation from turning into an ulcer.

Also, since I'm 50, the dr. decided that while I was out with a scope stuck down my throat, they might as well knock out the dreaded colonoscopy as well. They assured me that a different scope was used. I guess that was supposed to make me feel better.

So here I am taking all care of myself, discovering that there's an actual physical reason for my prozac-swallowing issue -- add to that the fact that I went to the grocery after school, did 2 loads of laundry AND went out to eat with Cathy. There's just so little time for restricting, weighing, cutting and counting calories. Not enough time to even think about it.  Thanks be to God.