Reflux again last night. This one was my own fault. I knew better. I had a bowl of cheerios at 11 p.m. and took my meds with soda last night. What was I thinking. Sometimes, I really am brain-dead!
The reflux wasn't as bad as in the past. I'm learning how to respond to it a little better, rather than freaking out and choking and hacking.
Then, I woke at about 5 in some major joint and back pain. I was a little worried that I was having some spontaneous overnight flare up. I even thought that I should go look out the window and see if we were having some "nor'easter" storm or something. Then I realized I was cold. Freezing. Hubby got me another blanket. I was still cold. He got me the heating pad. That helped and I finally fell back to sleep after 7.
And when I woke up for the day, I feel ok.
What the heck was that all about?