A Tale of Old Wives

Sadly, the title for this post has little to do with the actual content. I just liked it, and didn't know if there would ever be an opportunity to use it in a relevant manner. And so I decided to throw caution to the wind, and here we are. 

I've recently been diagnosed with, what I fear could be, a self-perpetuating affliction of my health. For several weeks now, I've experienced some discomfort in my abdominal region. It's been persistent enough that, after two months, I finally decided to see a doctor. His diagnosis: gastritis, or possibly an early ulcer. His treatment: medicine, which, I discovered sometime later, costs over $200 for a 30 day supply. 

I'm not sure if you're aware, but gastritis (and ulcers, for that matter) are largely caused by stress. That's no old wives' tale (see how I tied that in there?), it's true; I looked it up on the internet. Stress, often times, on the other hand, is money-related. In other words, spending $200 on the aforementioned medication could be a source of stress. Gastritis, once more, is caused by stress, which brings me full circle. 

I'm beginning to think the makers of Nexium are onto something. 

I've said too much.