My endoscopy went well. The endoscopy went well. I showed up at Dr. L's office and played petulant child and wouldn't let anyone stick a needle in me until my friend showed up. I realize now that I just misunderstood "start your IV," and thought they were going to shoot me full of drugs, but really they just wanted the needles in place. Whatever! I want my friend-doctor!
Now that, by most measures, I'm fully an adult, there's a new "Had he and I but met" quality to visits to the doctor. A few of these people--nurses, secretaries, even some of the residents--are younger than I am, and they seem like real people to me, and I to them. This is nice in some ways: we can chat, they can be charmed, I have some idea how to communicate with them. But in other ways, it only makes the fact that I'm far from my best self when my stomach hurts and I have needles sticking out of me all the more acute.
In any case, this was the camera-tube-down-the-throat test and my stomach is nicely pink and ulcer free--they showed me the pictures. Maybe there's a bit of inflammation--mild gastritis--which would explain my symptoms. Taking an antacid for a couple of months should fix me right up, and in fact, since they pumped me full of antacid at the hospital, I was feeling pretty damn good.