The Human Body Is an Endless Mystery

Yesterday I didn’t post because I had one of my periodic, mystery illnesses. The symptoms were weakness, diarrhea, and vomiting. This time, I did not go into the emergency ward because I knew that I would get better in a few hours, especially after taking four 10mg hydrocortisone pills.

As I no longer have a pituitary gland, that is meant to supply me with the adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH) my body no longer produced on its own. Apparently, when I get one of those episodes—with or without diarrhea and vomiting—it usually takes six to eight hours to return to normal.

Was it food poisoning that caused my illness? Was it low blood pressure (which was lower than usual when I measured it in the evening)? Was it high blood sugar (which was in fact running high when I measured it in the late afternoon)?

The thought suddenly came to me that we are so used to living in a digital world with its clearly demarcated boundaries that we tend to forget that we are primarily an analogue entity. My doctor thinks that what causes these incidents is an interaction involving the hormonal, circulatory, and digestive systems. Whatever the condition(s) that cause me to go out of whack, the treatment is the same: Hydrocortisone or Prednisone. Or 100mg Solu-Cortef injected into my bloodstream.

I will probably never find out what causes these bodily crises. I would be willing to bet that it may not even be determinable from an autopsy.

The health of the body is a mystery. I just have to be careful about eating, sleeping, pushing my body beyond its limits, and everything else. At the same time, I have to maintain a certain sense of humor about what is an endless conundrum.