I woke up with excruciating pain in my stomach yesterday. My first instinct was to pick up the phone and read everything I possibly could about stomach-aches and all that they could imply.
What followed next was plain, raw fear. Dr Google’s diagnosis said I could be suffering from Irritable Bowel Syndrome (ISB), Crohn’s disease, hernia, kidney stones, endometriosis, gallstones or cancer. I fell back on the bed, covered my face with the blanket, and as the spiral of all-that-could-go wrong clouded my head, I fell back to sleep.
A visit to the doctor calmed my nerves and I knew that I had acidity. He prescribed me medicines, told me what I should be eating, and that was it.
But what if that wasn’t it? What if I continued to spend countless days in fear, apprehension and paranoia?


