No, not acid reflux, but a pressure and ensuing pain that radiates through my abdomen, then up and up, sometimes even bringing tears to my eyes. Visited doctors in Sai Gon, Bangkok and here in the states with little success in finding relief. Some try and treat me for acid reflux, others look reflective and come up with homeopathy cures like "peppermint oil". Meanwhile, I revert to my work around of Gaviscon, ruhm and coke (not all together) and walking around until a burp or fart loosen up my system.
Now I'm going to share something with you, 45 years ago at Phu Cat, Vietnam - every night (okay, not every night but it seems that way now) charlie would start a fire fight with our gun tower by the main gate next to my hut. The rat tat tat of our 50 cal with the back up of small arms, along with the wooch of mortars were my night time lalaby's. No serious damage seemed to come of these exchanges so it just became a part of my night life, so I thought I had it handled but maybe not.
You read and hear all this bad press about the VA but my doctor and her nurse are interested not only in my adventures but in helping me figure out this problem. Next Tuesday (6/24/2014) they have me scheduled for a CAT scan of my stomach. Of course when you're pushing 70 as I am your nervous about tests like this, you want to fix the problem but all the options that can effect this is worrisome.
Meanwhile I've got part 2 of photos of Saigon and I'm working on something on Thai politics and an update to the effect of martial law in the kingdom.
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