TUMS

I didn't know what heart burn was until about 2 months ago. It is lame and I feel so bad for people that have it all the time. At first I tried not to take anything - you know the whole medication is bad - unless it makes you sleep, of course. Everyone else that was pregnant seemed to take it in huge doses, so eventually I started taking it too. The ARNP (medication prescriber) at my work was the first pusher of TUMS. So I started taking it a little, then I asked the midwife and she said you have to take it or you will damage your esophogus and you will have it permanently. So that started my love/hate relationship with TUMS. It is pretty gross, but seems to work. Which brings me to Safeway at noon yesterday. I was getting lunch at the deli and I was paying for it with my TUMS and Gatorade (staying hydrated is a huge chore). They needed a price check for the TUMS, so they pick up the phone and call for a price check. Out scurries this little old man, with a limp and a neon vest. He snatches my box of TUMS and scurries away. Then I am left there at the front of the line, I have already scanned my card, and the deli worker is staring at me. The machine is beeping for me to confirm the purchase and a lunch rush line is forming behind me. I keep looking for the little man and counting to ten, the man never comes back. I waited what seemed like 10 minutes with anxiety building, until I finally let go of the dream of having TUMS and let the deli worker off the hook, paid for my items minus the TUMS and went to work.