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Symptom: noticeably increased stomach acid production for about 4 days:
constant belching, mild cramping pain in the cardia area—worsened when going to bed (lying down), manageable only with plenty of baking soda and Swedish herbs.

Why? – At first, I had no idea – until my wife indirectly gave me the crucial clue: “... well, that must have really gotten to you, huh...?”

She was referring to the story I had told her a few days earlier:

And to explain that, I have to go back a bit: I was maybe 25 when I built a simple power supply out of an old, junk transformer—one I thought was too valuable to throw away at the time—that could be used for all sorts of purposes whenever you needed a regulated power source with decent output. I was already a model airplane builder back then—and even in the club, there were many uses for this simple but very practical device. Once, it even helped start a truck in the winter whose battery wouldn’t make a peep...
In short: I was perhaps even a little proud of this creation; in any case, I had put a fair bit of my heart and soul into it.

Nearly 40 years have passed since then. Naturally, the device fell into disuse over time as more modern solutions became available. After 25 years of service (alongside me) at a company, it was retired (alongside me) – and ended up back at the model-building club, partly because it was easy to store there and partly because I felt it was still too good to throw away. There it sat on a shelf with other gadgets that were occasionally used.
The club has, of course, changed over time. The majority of members now belong to the younger generation; they have new ideas and work with high-tech materials and processor-controlled electronics.

I wasn't even surprised that the shelf with the electrical appliances had suddenly disappeared—they'd probably been “tidying up” again. Well, okay, I thought, they must have put it away somewhere—or maybe someone took it home, who knows. At that point, it wasn’t a huge shock to me, because I didn’t really know what the future of the appliance was supposed to look like either. I was fine with the idea that someone had needed it.

The shock didn't hit me until I spotted a box of trash and scrap in a corner, with the empty casing of the device in question lying on top. It showed clear signs of having been tampered with: apparently, someone had tried to loosen the screws with an angle grinder because it was faster that way.
It was this sight that hit me with full force. I cannot describe the pain I felt in that moment.

I must have mentioned this little incident to my wife in passing.
It wasn’t until she reminded me of it that I fully realized the cause—DHS—of my increased stomach acid production...

DHS: the deliberate “shock” (see above)
The conflict: “indigestible anger”;
Tissue: inner germ layer;
Phase: active conflict (approx.): increased function of parietal cells (stomach acid production), duration: approx. 4 days;

The solution (cl): I eventually—almost unconsciously—came to terms with the loss, because there was nothing I could do to change it anyway—and even an argument with those responsible wouldn’t have brought the device back. And besides—maybe I would never have touched it again myself...

Why did I react that way? I think I felt as if a part of me—or something with which I had identified too strongly—had been damaged, amputated, or discarded. Seen this way, there is a connection to the brainstem’s basic need for survival.

Important: Now I make sure that any negative feelings associated with this (risk of relapse!) disappear quickly...