Wind is a terrific force that takes different shapes and paces as breeze, gust, gale, twister, tornado, tempest, hurricane and storm. These are seen in our external environment and do affect us nominally or fatally, but there’s always shelters and early warning systems to protect us. But wind in our bodies is altogether a different ball game albeit with early warnings at times or none mostly. When we’re young, it’s an age where even stone gets digested, that’s the power of youth. But as one ages and steps into mid-life notwithstanding mid-life crisis, there are different sorts of malfunction or disobedience perpetrated by our organs at random or periodically, further aggravated by our impulse and withdrawal which fatigues the whole system. In any case, we’ve to be more alert of the food intake, its implications and repercussions for over or under indulgence. Wind is what intestines generate when enzymes churn our food to extract energy, somehow the gas so made has lesser outlets than in youth. So its exit management deteriorates and gets trapped – typical of mid-life career situations! The trappings are so great that food type and amount of intake has to be calibrated and controlled – and any misgivings leads to “Wind in the Pipe” situation with severe back pain anywhere along the spine or waist or even near back of upper neck. This pain is so intense that it gives an appearance of stiff neck or back but it’s workings are internal where the gas presses the nerves to cripple your free movement. Apart from stinging pain, flatulence is more pronounced with crackling noise and burping upends to become belching. A strange combination of jet stream releasing on both fissure with no road to decent recovery until all fizzes out – a long way indeed. Surely a difficult and awkward position to be in being pounded on both ends. ENO salt, mint in alcohol, TCM, simethecone and domperidone can’t tide the onslaught with gale force moving to g-forces pressing all areas of spine on the torso and back, no space left of its destructive forces pressing excruciatingly on nerve endings.
Sometimes, these are man-made depending on our type of food intake, stress levels but rarely it’s karmic, then the only way out is to endure. All the above cures act only as palliatives until it relents of its own accord. Till then, the nightmare continues even in daytime. I always wondered if there could be micro endoscope to suck all the air pressure out of stomach and intestine easily as an out-patient day care clinic service? Lot of flatulence and belch rich individuals would rejoice of some relief in pressure and pain. Hopefully my unexpected and unrelenting tornado eases to comfort me and resume normal cheerfulness which has taken refuge. Let planets turn themselves and take the pressure off my tract with tact and restore intestinal calm amidst gaseous chaos. Let the karmic benign twister after taking its toll becomes breeze to restore the yin-yang. I’ve exhausted all the above palliatives and yearning for a belch and flatulence free monday morning! What a great yearning – health is wealth – and a privilege to record this great once-in-a-lifetime tornado (hope there’s no recurrences, early warning systems to kick in and yoga to the rescue!?) to pass its banks with no further damage!!