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So far, I seem to be doing better, according to the endoscopy doctor’s assistant. So the endoscopy is scheduled for August 22nd, at 9:30 AM. It also seems that the story of my ulcer was spread through their office, because everyone knew exactly what I was there for and I didn’t need to tell them. The receptionist was stunned when I mentioned I hadn’t had any symptoms of an ulcer before I threw up blood.

Oh, and Mom and I asked what I couldn’t eat. She said hamburgers—I said I never liked those and didn’t go near them. She said cauliflower and raw stuff like that—I said I didn’t eat that (cauliflower) anyway. She said acidic things, probably like orange juice--I didn’t drink that anyway. Hot dogs, since it might be too greasy right now--couldn’t digest it anyway, so I avoid it. So she finally said I can eat whatever I want, since I apparently stayed away from bad stuff anyway.

Mom found a pamphlet on the type of ulcer I have while we were there, and read off the long list of symptoms. I didn’t have a single one, which is apparently bizarre.

In other news, for those that might want to vote in the RPG related poll I posted yesterday and just missed it before, you can find it here. The poll will remain open until the weekend, at least.

(no subject)

So far, I seem to be doing better, according to the endoscopy doctor’s assistant. So the endoscopy is scheduled for August 22nd, at 9:30 AM. It also seems that the story of my ulcer was spread through their office, because everyone knew exactly what I was there for and I didn’t need to tell them. The receptionist was stunned when I mentioned I hadn’t had any symptoms of an ulcer before I threw up blood.

Oh, and Mom and I asked what I couldn’t eat. She said hamburgers—I said I never liked those and didn’t go near them. She said cauliflower and raw stuff like that—I said I didn’t eat that (cauliflower) anyway. She said acidic things, probably like orange juice--I didn’t drink that anyway. Hot dogs, since it might be too greasy right now--couldn’t digest it anyway, so I avoid it. So she finally said I can eat whatever I want, since I apparently stayed away from bad stuff anyway.

Mom found a pamphlet on the type of ulcer I have while we were there, and read off the long list of symptoms. I didn’t have a single one, which is apparently bizarre.

In other news, for those that might want to vote in the RPG related poll I posted yesterday and just missed it before, you can find it here. The poll will remain open until the weekend, at least.