Prepared for Acid Reflux

Last night I had something happen that happens about once a month or once every two months and its painful.  When I least expect it I get hit with a really bad bout of Acid reflux.  Acid comes up my esophagus waking me up in a panic.  Last night was no different.  What was different was how my husband reacted.

My husband was dead asleep, and so was I, when all of a sudden I woke up to the awful burning of the acid coming up my esophagus.  I went to climb over my husband to get out from under the mosquito netting, but I woke him up and he thought I was having a bad dream, or something.  He jumped up and started to grab me so that I couldn't move.  Now with a mouth full of painful acid, and I can hardly breathe got me swinging my arms to let me go.  Not being able to speak, I was just screaming under my breath.  We struggled for what felt like a good full minute, and he realized something was wrong.  I jumped up ran to the bathroom began trying to cough the acid up out of my lungs.  I am now screaming for vinegar.   I head for the kitchen because my half asleep husband isn't sure what I'm asking for.

I grab the vinegar and pour myself a half of a glass of vinegar and start pounding it down.  Stopping to try and cough up any acid I can get out of my lungs.  My husband is like, amor, what can I do for you? Doll, are you ok? As I am freaking out and making a huge scene.  He runs and gets my prevacid and I take that.  After about 15 minutes of drinking as much vinegar as I can possibly stomach and coughing up as much acid as I can possibly get up, we head to bed.

He says.. Love, if I could take away your pain and take it for you, I would do it in a heartbeat.  I said, I know you would.  He said "Can you roll over so I can massage your back until you fall asleep?" I turn over and I was out like a light after a few minutes of his heavenly massage.  If I know my husband he didn't fall asleep as easily as he was probably dying from guilt that I went through so much pain.

The next morning I woke up to him kneeling at the side of our bed.  A common image I wake up to daily.  I rubbed his head to let him know I was awake, and he jumped to my side.  How are you feeling? I said I feel ok.  He says, No, I can hear it in your voice, everything is burned.  Yes, it is.. but it happens.  I feel better. Thats when the  "What-ifs start".  What if you don't do this, or eat that, or maybe it's the bananas you eat everyday, maybe it's this that, and another thing.  I said, Maybe it's my hernia and maybe its that I've gained 20 pounds from being with you.  lol...

Tonight I started to get ready for bed.  When I walked into my bedroom there was a playroom chair by my bed with various things.  A glass, a bottle of water, a bottle of vinegar, and some prevacid.  Oh and a a bowl!  I just started to laugh KNOWING what it was for. 

Honey? What is the water for?

To take your pills of course! 

The bowl?

In case you succeed in getting up any Acid.

The glass? To pour the vinegar into of course!! 

The laughter started all on its own.  He smiled as he knows I find him funny.  He truly kills me.  What would I do without him?! Suffer in my acid attacks alone of course! haha

Tonight he is nauseous and not feeling well yet he is only thinking about how he can take care of me!  What a man!!