Finally the doctor called us back in and said everything looked normal. So she's sending everything to the specialist and in the meantime is treating it like an ulcer, although ulcers don't just pop up out of nowhere - usually you're having stomach/indigestion problems for a long time first. Which I wasn't. Go figure.
Larry drove me home and I took my proton pump inhibitor drug, like an old person, and then gingerly ate half a turkey sandwich (hey, I lost 6 pounds since the last doctor visit. I'm HUNGRY) and a few grapes. And then I had a stomachache. I ended up sitting around all afternoon, reading a book that is a true account of a person's stay in a TB sanatorium, because I really know how to cheer myself up.
The author is the same person who wrote the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books, by the way.
I don't sit still very well, so I also took a walk. In the awful humidity that insists on hanging around these parts, even though the leaves are turning and it is SUPPOSED to be fall.
Yeah, I'm cranky. And hungry. Since lunch I've eaten a small apple and a spoonful of ice cream. It was medicinal, because I figured the dairy might soothe my theoretically ulcerated stomach. It's science, people.