My acid reflux has been out of control lately, what with the advent of insane coffee abuse, sleep avoidance, and other indications that the end of the semester is surely upon us. Certain friends of mine have been urging me to go to the doctor for months now, and I’ve become increasingly resistant as their clamor has become increasingly insistent.
This morning, however, my friend George knocked the Ball de la Resistance out of the park with this email:
“From a health website–see if you can find the disturbing thing about this sentence:
‘The risk factors for reflux include hiatal hernia (a condition in which part of the stomach moves above the diaphragm, which is the muscle that separates the chest and abdominal cavities), pregnancy, and scleroderma.’
Removing the extra material:
‘The risk factors for reflux include [. . .] pregnancy, [. . .].’
Go to the doctor or you’ll get pregnant from this mess.”
I have an appointment for 11 AM tomorrow morning. Some things just aren’t worth the risk.