When son Daniel, for whom I am the wicked stepmother, suggested that my stomach pains were probably "old age," I thought it was just another way to insult me. But, then, I though--well, yes--a 38-year-old would think that old age is a disease. For him, it was a statement of fact.
The people in the emergency room were wonderful, the pain excruciating to unbearable=my own emotional state going from "Do I have my affairs in order?" to "I'll probably wake up in the morning minus a gall bladder."
But no, after CT-Scan, x-ray, ultrasound, ekg, and endoscopy, I have 2 ulcers, not caused by NSAIDS or H Pylori. So I take all that medication that I've often scorned--why don't people just eat right--like me--I eat right.
Well, there you have--Daniel, dear stepson--diagnostician--Old age????
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