The next few days were a little better, but I never completely recovered. My stomach feels gross and I don't want to eat, but I do eat because it actually makes me feel better. I take the prilosec every morning, because you're actually supposed to take it every morning for 14 days. My big issue is that I have never had a heartburn problem until now, and that's really what it feels like. Heartburn that won't go away. My father suggested that I take a zantac, because that's what he takes. My father is a relatively impatient man, so I can see why he'd use zantac instead. Tums, Pepto, Gas-X... these things do not work for whatever is going on in my stomach.
Up until last night, everything seemed to be going swimmingly. Aside from a dull tightness in my chest and slight discomfort in my stomach, I was gold. I was willing to credit my doctor's masterful prilosec plan. Still am, really, but I made a big mistake. My mother wanted Taco Bell. My stomach was accepting everything I put in it, so I thought: Nachos Bell-fucking-grande!
I was up all night again. The toilet is my friend. It's like my body completely reverted back to last Tuesday morning. I do feel a lot better than I did when I first woke up, though. That's a plus. I took my prilosec, ate half of a heath bar because, well, I wanted to. Had some beverages. My chest feels tight and my stomach sour, but at least I'm not curled in a ball, clutching my stomach and crying. <.< I did that last Tuesday.
So I guess I can't eat Taco Bell anymore. I will cry for the loss of my nachos.