Stupid reflux... in Another Open Diary refugee

Looks like spaghetti sauce is on my ‘do not eat’ list… yesterday I made a pot of meat sauce with ground beef, ground turkey and Italian sausage. I was going to freeze it for later but John wanted some for dinner so I cooked a little dreamfields pasta and some broccoli… we ate at 7pm, hardly late, and I went to sleep at 10.30 because I was tired. Precisely one hour later, I had a horrid reflux attack that had me sitting up coughing up my own acid for another hour. I went back to sleep at 1 and figured I’d get away with it because I was breathing fine… at 3 I woke up feeling FREEZING cold and very unwell, so I staggered up and got my bedsocks and the blanky and then went dozed off. An hour after THAT I was starting to cough and I had a headache. I woke John up at that point and he got me my pajama bottoms (I was still very cold), some tylenol and some water to take it. Anyway, the upshot of it all was that we staggered off to the living room and I used my nebuliser and then I sat there wheezing and coughing for another couple of hours while he kept asking me if I needed to go to the hospital. I was ‘this close’ to going… but I had a nebuliser and a fresh box of ampules and I wasn’t getting any worse. We sat up for a couple of hours, then went back to bed. Poor John had to be up at 8.30 for a work meeting, so I got up, fed the cats, and then went back to sleep till 10.30. Short of breath today and I nebulised at lunchtime, and I’ll do it again before I go to bed to try to avoid a repeat, but I guess I’m okay. If we weren’t so damned broke right now I would have gone to the hospital last night, but it was so close to morning I figured I could stagger through until Urgent Care opened, and by then I was feeling better. There’s not much they can do for me there that we can’t here except put me on oxygen, and I’m not paying $500 just for a few hours of o2. I don’t care how crappy I feel… I sat around today and pretty much did nothing - I watched tv and coloured and sat in front of my computer, but poor John had to go to work, and then he stopped at the grocery store to get me soup and pudding because I really don’t want to eat when I’m not breathing well…