Because of the chance that I may have an ulcer, the doctor put me an an acid reducer, Nexium. You know, the purple pill with the dumb commercial where people are driving around in a purple truck preaching its virtues to Americans suffering from indigestion. The last couple weeks were, at times, miserable. I managed to perk up enough to enjoy time with my family in Detroit, but I was feeling sicker and sicker. Light-headedness, weakness, nausea, a weird metallic feeling/taste in my mouth. It was getting a little scary - gastric cancer does not have symptoms until it's too late and that was much on my mind. Then, finally, Thursday night I thought to look up Nexium side effects. Oh. Good. Grief.
I feel so much better since I stopped taking that stuff. Something is still wrong, but at least that layer of misery is gone. I suppose it helps many people, but right now it has been replaced with a teaspoon of baking soda in a glass of water a couple times a day and that will have to suffice until the surgeon takes a look at my innards.
