this is what denial looks like

Last week was nasty. I 'choked' all the time, food stuck in my esophagus. I ran a fever. And Greg was gone a lot.

I don't like to write about it. I don't know why. It used to feel cathartic. Now it feels indulgent.

But I am back. The fever is gone, and I am feeling a little better. I have stocked up on soups, smoothies and other moist foods.

{I told a friend that today. It makes me think of cat food.}

I'm still waiting to hear from the gastroenterologist. I think it's time I get forceful.