5 Graf Essay attempt #2

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 was quickly making it's way up my stomach lining and into my esophagus.

My stomach was empty, and I chugged at least one glass of root beer before I even got my food to the table. This was my second mistake, my first mistake was going to Pizza Hut in the first place. With an empty stomach and nothing to soak up all of this heartburn that I am throwing down the hatch, kind of sounds like I was asking for it. I was young and nieve, thinking that since I was young, I could eat anything, right?

Then the grease came next, pile a bunch of grease in the form of pizza and cheese-sticks on top fizzing soda, this sounds like a chemical reaction if the stomach acid gets involved. So I sit there and stare at the mound of food, that I failed to munch it all down. I barely touched the greasy pizza, but I felt like I ate everything in the restaurant. How could this be? My stomach feels pregnant, it looks just as pregnant as I feel. There is something ugly brewing in the cauldron, and it was too late to stop it, the volcano was activated.

Now the acid was ready to enter the mix, now with carbonation, and grease, on an empty stomach, once they all hit the stomach acid it was like a mini Mt. Vesuvius inside of my gastric chamber. The lava flying this was and that, burning whatever it may land on. How can I compete with the acid? I sit up and it burns and seems to drain me of energy, when I try to lay down this is the worst. Any hope of sleeping was lost at this point, until serious signs of the twins, relief and recovery, show their kind faces. So I sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, waiting for them to come, and hoping that they would arrive before first sign of day light.

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?