5 graf essay

Two glasses of root beer later, and I can feel it rumbling in my stomach. I am sitting in Pizza Hut with a couple friends, and I ordered greasy pizza and cheese sticks. Root beer, pizza, and cheese sticks, what was I thinking? At this point in time, I was just learning my new boundaries on certain foods and liquids that I am able to ingest. On top of heartburn causes 1, 2, and 3, my stomach was empty, nothing in there to soak up the acid, grease, and carbonation. So here I am, drinking this once delicious root beer when it hit me. I can't drink soda on an empty stomach, I can't follow that soda up with something even more acidic then the soda, then I ingested the cheese sticks, which are soaked in grease. I can not believe that I just ordered all of this food, and now I have no appetite to eat it, I feel more like going outside and puking the soda up and then just eating a slice of bread or two to soak the acid up. Which is quickly making it's way up my stomach lining and into my esophagus.

So I give eating a shot, to see if I can stomach anything. The cheese sticks don't look as greasy as the pizza, so maybe I can get a couple of those down and try to soak all of this acid up. The first one goes down slowly, but my taste buds still seemed to enjoy the cheese stick, so I grabbed a second one. By the time I bit into the second one the pain became so sharp and blunt that there was no more eating now. No more avoiding the fact, there was acid burning through the lining in my stomach, feeling like a volcano had just erupted in my stomach and the lava is settling wherever it lands.

The acid is burning its way through my stomach and there are not many ways to relieve the pressure. I try Tums, this antacid is too weak. Then I chug some Pepto Bismol, but my stomach is still burning up. So I pulled out the big guns, the Zantac 150, now this was the one that had been working near every time. There are still those common cases where I can't relieve my heartburn with simple over the counter antacids. The last trick that I have up my sleeve to fight off the everlasting heartburn, that trick is warm water and salt, lots of salt. Now with the delicious, warm salt water, one of two things will happen when I ingest this. Number one being I stir it up and chug it real quick, and manage to keep it down. Number two being my stomach can't take any more stress and a purging is inevitable.

It is now 4 am and I need sleep, no matter what else is wrong, I just want and need to sleep. Have you ever tried to lay down with an active volcano in your stomach? In fact laying down is like turning the volcano on it's side and allows for easy entrance for the acid to work it's way north towards a way out. This is a regular thing now, eating food that I shouldn't be eating, and staying up late because my body won't let me. I climb out of my chair and stumble my way towards the bathroom. I get on my knees and begin to pray to Porcelana, the Goddess of Porcelain. I pray that she will allow me to confide in her and that she will relieve my pressure with a blur of purging.

I am unable to look at Pizza Hut the same way, along with most other fast foods because this is a horrible sensation that is a guarantee if I drink soda on an empty stomach, or eat greasy food to many times in just a few short days. I do my best now to avoid consuming heartburn in a jar, or in the shape of a triangle, but through many experiences like this particular one, I have developed the ability to look at food and determine up front, if its heartburn or no heartburn. It is at this point in time, after I decide if the food is safe to eat, whether my taste buds will actually enjoy the food. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger, so my tolerance for the regular pain has gone up due to dealing with heartburn on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. So the battle will rage on underneath my ribs, what will bend, and what will break?