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.

Sayonara.

3 Comments

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

    But not everyone will know what DUB means…

    Well done!

    Reply

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