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Heartburn on little cat feet
Aug. 24th, 2004 10:51 amI have to say that suffering from chronic heartburn as well as from a mysterious but (I am assured after many cardiological visits over the past several years) non-alarming minor heart problem (to wit: an occasional irregular or rapid beat) is, to a certain extent, like having cats, if you account for slightly different understandings of "to have" and steer away from creeping into the sense of "to have kittens."
No, what I mean is this: when you're asleep at night, or at any rate falling asleep, or just being awakened from sleep, and there is a noise (and perhaps that's why you have just been awakened), and you have two rambunctious cats in the house, why, you simply think to yourself, depending on wakefulness and charitability, "damn noisy cats," or "oh, oh, those cats are such scamps," and go back to sleep, unless they are making it difficult by wrestling on top of your prone form. You tend not to think, "oh dear, I do believe some miscreant has entered the house for the purpose of perpetrating a crime," even if this might even be true. So far, however, it's been cats all the way, and I'm knocking on wood here, there being a desk made of same right at hand.
Just so in this manner likewise equally, whenever I have a chest pain, I can think, "damn burny heartburn" (usually not "that gastric reflux is such a scamp"), and go back to sleep, or at least try to, and figure it must not be serious if I wake up alive in the morning, which has been the case every time (see comment above re: desk).
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Disclaimer, or perhaps that's not the right word here: I have frequently seen doctors, even specialists, for both of these vexations, so you needn't comment here that I should go see one. Cheers.
No, what I mean is this: when you're asleep at night, or at any rate falling asleep, or just being awakened from sleep, and there is a noise (and perhaps that's why you have just been awakened), and you have two rambunctious cats in the house, why, you simply think to yourself, depending on wakefulness and charitability, "damn noisy cats," or "oh, oh, those cats are such scamps," and go back to sleep, unless they are making it difficult by wrestling on top of your prone form. You tend not to think, "oh dear, I do believe some miscreant has entered the house for the purpose of perpetrating a crime," even if this might even be true. So far, however, it's been cats all the way, and I'm knocking on wood here, there being a desk made of same right at hand.
Just so in this manner likewise equally, whenever I have a chest pain, I can think, "damn burny heartburn" (usually not "that gastric reflux is such a scamp"), and go back to sleep, or at least try to, and figure it must not be serious if I wake up alive in the morning, which has been the case every time (see comment above re: desk).
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Disclaimer, or perhaps that's not the right word here: I have frequently seen doctors, even specialists, for both of these vexations, so you needn't comment here that I should go see one. Cheers.
