If you were to ask me if I ever have heartburn, a week ago I would have answered no. It turns out I was quite wrong.
I had an endoscopy last week — Dr. Doug Howell, my gastroenterologist, threaded a scope with a camera on the end of it through my mouth, down my esophagus and into my stomach. Pleasant image — right? I’m grateful for the medication that prevented me from participating on a conscious level.