heartburn is for my...grandma!?!

Heartburn is something I've heard other people complain about, and maybe even a word/condition I've thrown around - but it's nothing I've ever experienced...until tonight. I wish I could blame it on the greasy bar food, or the extraordinarily tangy jalapenos in our nachos. But to be honest, I think it was just a new development of "getting old(er)" that had blossomed unexpectedly. Sneaky little bastard. 

One day I'm heartburn free, young and vibrant. The next day? I eat a few once-harmless-jalapenos, and suddenly I'm launched into my mid-to-late 60s. I'm sure I'll be posting about my sore hip, failing eye sight and arthritis soon enough!

To recap, I had heartburn tonight, and excuse me momentarily while I pray that I wake up tomorrow morning still 25. Not 25 going on 60, as the heartburn suggests.

Cheers to another "oh shit, my body is changing and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it."