It Sticks In The Throat

I finally had my endoscopy today. From my lovely consultant I received compliments about my weight loss (now under my target weight), my spectacles and my cowboy boots, followed by a camera down my gullet and finally a diagnosis of hiatus hernia, oesophagitis and gastritis. She's funny that way.

At least now we know what we are dealing with, so bring on the meds.

My throat is crying out for an ice-cold, mega-Martini, but all I have is water.