Calcarea Carbonia
Calc Carb sat meditating, crossed legged, palms of hands lay gently one on top of the other, thumbs barely touching, on the hard damp sand where the ocean once occupied. The tide was out, way out. Eyes almost, but not quite, closed, he marvelled at the thin line where the sky encountered the ocean. His mind unwontedly wandered, thoughts rolled like waves through his mind. Thoughts for some unbeknown reason of his childhood.
Thick skinned his mother had often called him, he had to be, from the word Go. His passage from his mothers womb to the waiting midwives hands and the exclamation regarding the size of his head and the commiserating words spoken to his exhausted and pained mother had set the tone for the rest of his life. Calc carb was born with a big head that had caused his mother excrutiating pain when pushing him out into the world. His big head and the name calling because of it however, was not the worst of his woes. Calc had been an extremely slow developer, beginning with his fontanelles that at birth were slow to close. When other babies were chomping into their food, Calc was still sucking his, he was late teething. He uttered not a word until after his first birthday, he was slow to talk. When nursery children were up on their feet running around, Calc was still on all fours crawling on the floor. Calc was slow to walk And as he laboriously crawled around the floor knocking into legs and crawling between them, those above him would never fail to comment on the sour smell that evaded the air when Calc was close at hand. Oddly enough all of Calc Carbs discharges whether it be vomit, blood, perspiration or eructions had a distinct unmistakable sour smell. And swallowed sucked, not chewed, food led to lots of eructions, smelly sour eructions. Calc had vivid memories of his crawling mayhem and the white mitts that very soon became unhygienic dirty mitts that his mother tied on to his square fat fingered hand with deformed spotted fingernails, His mother would put the white cotton mitts on his hands to prevent him scratching the severe cradle cap he suffered from, Calc delved further into childhood memories, gone was mindlessness. He couldn’t remember his exact age, but he must have been quite young. He could recall that immediately after his meal he would be plonked on to his plastic potty in front of the TV, mitts always a battle fought by he and his mother to be placed on his little hands and urged or at times demanded to poop. It felt like forever that he sat there, with intermittent face pulling that blocked his tv viewing by his mother and accompanying grunts urging him on. Getting him off the potty was a delicate operation as the time spent on the pot had created a vacuum, he was rocked from side to side to lesson the potties hold on his red rimmed bottom. If the truth were known he was reluctant to succumb to the call of nature and the pleadings and distorted face of his mother because he did in fact feel better for being constipated.
Calc Carb Materia Medica
Full Story Word Count 2,107
Thick skinned his mother had often called him, he had to be, from the word Go. His passage from his mothers womb to the waiting midwives hands and the exclamation regarding the size of his head and the commiserating words spoken to his exhausted and pained mother had set the tone for the rest of his life. Calc carb was born with a big head that had caused his mother excrutiating pain when pushing him out into the world. His big head and the name calling because of it however, was not the worst of his woes. Calc had been an extremely slow developer, beginning with his fontanelles that at birth were slow to close. When other babies were chomping into their food, Calc was still sucking his, he was late teething. He uttered not a word until after his first birthday, he was slow to talk. When nursery children were up on their feet running around, Calc was still on all fours crawling on the floor. Calc was slow to walk And as he laboriously crawled around the floor knocking into legs and crawling between them, those above him would never fail to comment on the sour smell that evaded the air when Calc was close at hand. Oddly enough all of Calc Carbs discharges whether it be vomit, blood, perspiration or eructions had a distinct unmistakable sour smell. And swallowed sucked, not chewed, food led to lots of eructions, smelly sour eructions. Calc had vivid memories of his crawling mayhem and the white mitts that very soon became unhygienic dirty mitts that his mother tied on to his square fat fingered hand with deformed spotted fingernails, His mother would put the white cotton mitts on his hands to prevent him scratching the severe cradle cap he suffered from, Calc delved further into childhood memories, gone was mindlessness. He couldn’t remember his exact age, but he must have been quite young. He could recall that immediately after his meal he would be plonked on to his plastic potty in front of the TV, mitts always a battle fought by he and his mother to be placed on his little hands and urged or at times demanded to poop. It felt like forever that he sat there, with intermittent face pulling that blocked his tv viewing by his mother and accompanying grunts urging him on. Getting him off the potty was a delicate operation as the time spent on the pot had created a vacuum, he was rocked from side to side to lesson the potties hold on his red rimmed bottom. If the truth were known he was reluctant to succumb to the call of nature and the pleadings and distorted face of his mother because he did in fact feel better for being constipated.
Calc Carb Materia Medica
Full Story Word Count 2,107