WHAT a testing month it has been. A family medical emergency had me under a lot of stress just before my move to the middle east next week. Thanks to all the prayers and positive energy channeled our way along with expert advice and care, we have a better idea on what's going on with my dad for the next course of action. Well, there's going to be close monitoring with medications in the following weeks but the temporary relief provided by science, information and intuition is good for my stomach more than anything else.
My stomach and I have a long history together, mostly unpleasant, nevertheless there's been way too many moments in my personal medical history to ignore them. For those who know me well would also know of my chaotic digestive system. I feel like my stomach has a built-in aquarium with bubbly fishes swimming in it most of the time. Stress - the mother of all fuck-ups, is its biggest nemesis. It's like I can feel the stomach ooze out burning acid when my head smells stress from a mile away. Acid reflux, nausea and the whole works have been a part of my life. Matters became worse last month when I experienced heart burn that felt like a heart attack.
I got an upper gastrointestinal endoscopy done with the same doctor who's been looking after my dad earlier this week. What an experience it was because I have none registered in my head. The shot they gave to keep me unconscious throughout the procedure took me out of the world instantaneously. A total cut off from both the physical and dream world. It even put my soul to sleep. Just nothingness. No wonder MJ was hooked on this sort of thing till he refused to return to reality one day.
Maybe death is all that. Maybe that's how the concept of rebirth rolls - soul leaves and forgets body and is reborn into a different life. A mere recycling of energy. A process of life renewing itself. When I woke up, it was like I've had 15 tequila shots, minus the hangover. Oh nice. The proof of the procedure came later in a video and printed photographs of my esophagus, stomach and small bowel.
Turns out, my stomach has been an unwilling host to a colony of nasty bacteria. Damn colonising organism. I hope they're all dead by next weekend, after which I may enjoy a better quality of life. Till then, I have a week with the colony during which I'd be on a cocktail of prescribed antibiotics. I'm so not looking forward to it but if it's going to eliminate them from my system for good, then I'm just going have to do it!