A Matter of the Mind.

I’ve always been struck by the phrase mind over matter even though I didn’t really know what it meant. It came to me again as I typed the title of this post on the Word document which I copied and pasted here to the blog. In my early days of blogging, I typed my posts on the WordPress app on my tablet. After losing several documents, most painful of all – a 2,000+ word post, I finally learned to type on a note app first before transferring to WordPress.

Where were we? Mind over Matter? Oh Yes!

So I just googled mind over matter. The Collins online dictionary puts it this way.

You can use the expression mind over matter to describe situations in which a person seems to be able to control events, physical objects or the conditions of their own body using their mind.”

This Tuesday, I went to the hospital after another bout of DUB due to PCOS and, before I saw the gynaecologist, I had to do an abdominal and pelvic scan. After some false starts and several gallons of water later, I watched a sea of red flit across the TV screen as the radiographer probed my belly with the prod.

He suddenly asked if I felt any pain in my midsection and, I told him it was only the pressure I felt. He grunted and continued.

“Do you eat spicy food?”

“No, I do not,” I answered softly. I knew what was coming.

“Have you ever been diagnosed with peptic ulcer?” he asked again.

I sighed softly before answering. In 2010, a doctor prescribed a regimen of 50mg diclofenac sodium for the crippling pain I had in my eyes (of all places) and, for the first time in my life perhaps; I took my medication religiously for the five days. Sometime later, I had a slight cough with serious chest pain and went to the health centre to get treatment.

When the doctor prescribed drugs for the management of ulcer, the 5th year pharmacy student I was at the time scoffed at his prescription. Since the drugs were free and available at the health centre pharmacy, I collected them. The pain in my chest disappeared the instant I took the first dose of antacid, even before I took the antibiotic and cough syrup. And so I knew I had ulcer….

Over the years, I have had several flare-ups. I have written about one or two incidents. But since 2019, the frequency has reduced greatly. It’s been so good that I no longer had to have Gaviscon suspension on hand and I haven’t restocked omeprazole in months.

I got the scan result in minutes, everything was clear except for a slight thickening of my stomach walls and the suspicion of peptic ulcer disease. A barium meal was recommended but who had time for that?

I got home that afternoon and rested but I felt a hum in my gut, not of pain perse but discomfort. I didn’t fall asleep early but less than an hour after I slept, I woke up with my gut on fire.

I hadn’t felt that way for years, it was as if I had spicy peppered snails with a litre of Coca-Cola after a stressful encounter with someone. The pain was, to use the cliché – off the hook!

I ran to the dining table where I hoped that the antacid I bought for my brother last year was still available. Thankfully it was there and, I gulped it down straight from the bottle, an act I usually find disgusting.

By the next morning, it lessened but it worsened in the afternoon and on my way home I got omeprazole and another bottle of antacid. I drank the last of the old antacid and went to my room where I rewarded myself for all the suffering of the last week (DUB is a terrible drainer) with a bottle of Coca-Cola with which I washed down two capsules of omeprazole. – Do not try this at home.

Apart from a few twinges here and there, I feel fine. However, this has been a rather illuminating experience about the power of my mind. All it needed was a report that showed peptic ulcer for the symptoms to strike at full intensity.

By Thursday, the DUB had stopped, the medication I was given for it this time wasn’t the heavy-duty medication I have taken for the past 13/14 years. It had slowed a little on Monday before I went to the hospital.

When we talked about it on Thursday, my mother said this case might not have gone the way of other incidents if I didn’t think it would become extended and protracted.

But you see, I wasn’t willing to take that chance this time. Last year, I decided to wait it out and, after passing out twice, I grudgingly accepted to be taken to the hospital.

Right now, I am a little conflicted about the matter. Did I get a flare-up of the ulcer because I saw the scan or was it there, crouching and waiting for the right time to jump out? What do you think?

I am still on my reading adventure for 2021, I didn’t read as much as I should have last week but I’d pick up this weekend. I have had another review up for a while, you can find it here https://ezeadareads.wordpress.com/2021/01/10/transcendent-kingdom-a-review/

Hopefully, I should be reviewing My Father’s Daughter by Onyeka Onwenu this Sunday.



  1. Thanks for sharing this.
    So sorry to hear about your flareup.

    But not everyone will know what DUB means…

    Well done!


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