We were in bed tonight and I started having wicked heartburn, I tried propping myself up on my pillow and drinking some water but couldn't get comfortable. My husband asked what was wrong and before I was even finished, he was already out of bed and putting pants on to go get me some tums.  He went to the convenience store down the street and came back with rolaids... I had to be the asshole to tell him I couldn't take those and to just get back in bed.... but no, he's back out the door driving 20mns away to get me Tums from the 24hr pharmacy the next town over.....