I've finally worried myself into an ulcer. Shouldn't be a surprise to those of you who truly know me, and to those of you that don't, well, this is long overdue.
I went to the doctor today, my hottie doctor who I've had a HUGE crush on since college, and he promised to fix me right up. He put me on some medication that should baby the lining of my stomach and enable me to eat again. Of course my eating habits completely suck anyway, but it'll be nice to enjoy beer again. In a month, that is. Maybe. If the medication works. If it doesn't work, then Hottie is going to poke around some more, do an ultrasound on my gall bladder and maybe, if the gods hate me, put one of those little cameras in my stomach.