My relationship with my body has remained somewhat rocky since the last post — and that very sentence seems to me to be the perfect example of how mind-centric the way I experience the world is, but I digress. To get right down to it, the situation appears to be that my body has contracted gastritis.
Fortunately this is a mild case, at least that’s what it looks like according to my doctor, but it’s still nothing to be sneezed at – which is one of the things that differentiates gastritis from the common cold. But even if it is a mild case, it may well account for several weeks of my stomach being generally uneasy.
The good news is that the meds my doctor prescribed seem (knock on wood) to be working. I certainly no longer feel like I’m about to throw up 24/7. And what’s more the dizziness I had as a side-effect from the meds also seems to be pretty much gone. I no longer have to hold on to furniture while walking around in order to feel steady on my feet.
I’m seriously hoping I won’t develop some of the other side-effects though, as these include impotence and breast growth in men. Which makes me wonder whether they’re just trying to scare you into getting better when they write those lists of potential side-effects.