Sometimes, I’m a dope.

A few years ago, I saw my doctor for my annual physical. He was French and had a bedside manner commensurate with what I know about French doctors (see here for more on my French MD.) We did all of our poking and prodding and then talked about things in general.

“It’s nothing I’m sure but my wife and I like to have a little ice cream when we go to bed. When I eat laying down I get a burning in my upper esophagus,” I tell him.

“Have you tried sitting up? What happens when you eat sitting up?”

“Oh, nothing. I don’t feel anything when I sit up.”

“Here’s how I see it. If something hurts when you lay down and it doesn’t hurt when you sit up, well, Dennis, a smart person sits up to eat ice cream.”

There you are.