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May 07, 2010
wishful thinking
I've been looking for a diagnosis for the last 4 months. Well, we're all searching for something in our lives.
Unexplained stomach pains, bouts of nausea and other symptoms of that ilk have been bothering me on and off, without ever quite disappearing. A happy eater all my life until now, I've been forced to visit doctors, have blood tests, various scans etc. All coming back normal. Quite reassuring on one hand, but as you can imagine it also drives me mad, because on top of the continuing symptoms there is a considerable anxiety about not knowing what might be the underlying problem.
Anyway, long story short, back at the doctor's today, I've been finally persuaded to believe that there is nothing seriously wrong, and resigned myself to taking tablets to control the symptoms.
When I phoned a friend and told her the name of the drug on my prescription, she exclaimed excitedly: "Really? Lucky you! On NHS!?".
Reader, the name of my 'cure' is DOMPERIDONE, a word sounding very much like a rather fine brand of champagne.
But what a lovely thought..
Posted by Marzena at May 7, 2010 06:59 PM