It’s not a real vacation until there’s a trip to the E.R.

After 12 hours of agony I finally caved and headed to the emergency room to attend to my gastric distress. By then I was sure surgery was in my future, maybe a gal bladder, maybe an appendix.

But it was just heart burn. Acid reflux, which I’d had some minor problems with in the past, came on something fierce. It was most likely triggered by either ice cream or coffee late at night. 2 little Zantac’s cleared it right up though.

My hometown ER has all grown up to. Nice place.