I used to get some wicked heartburn as a child, and even into my early 20’s – especially after a bowlful of my mom’s spaghetti. (sorry ma … love you.) Or other times I’d feel like a meal had turned itself into a heavy brick sitting and slowly rotting in my stomach. I’d be rendered useless for hours waiting like a snake for the decaying mass to painfully inch its way through my body, or I’d be up all night because after it would finally leave my stomach it would blast through my intestines and I’d be sitting on the toilet for hours wasting away my youth. Other than heartburn and indigestion, have you ever given much thought to your stomach acid?