Bacillinum is the soft door-opener to the tubercular ground: a thin, quick, air-hungry constitution, better for wind and change, worse for confinement and heat, with a history of recurrent chest catarrh that never quite clears, adenoids/tonsils, glue ear, and ringworm—and the night’s confession of sweat and cough. The psychology is not the iconoclasm of Tuberculinum but a restless longing for fresh air, high places, motion, and novelty; in children, bright and mercurial, affectionate yet contrary; in adults, good-natured but internally anxious about health and stamina. The axis of illness is respiratory and glandular: apical tenderness, morning expectoration that relieves, evening flush with quick pulse, night sweats soaking the nape, and a winter history of “bronchitis again.” Each chill reopens the door; each fog, each stuffy classroom, each closed window rekindles oppression until they can get to the window and breathe.
Bacillinum often unlocks stalled cases—when well-chosen remedies for bronchitis, adenoids, or ringworm keep helping but never cure; when there is a family history of chest disease; when the organism shows a pattern of suppression → relapse across skin, ear, and chest. Its action is often preparatory: once the glass ceiling lifts, Calc-phos., Phos., Sil., Sulph. can build strength, widen chests, harden enamel, and steady sleep. The modalities are pedagogic: better wind/open air, change, motion; worse heat, fog, closed rooms, after first lying down; the chronology is likewise: evening heat, after-midnight sweat, morning cough with plugs—then relief. Recognising this clock and climate is as important as counting coughs.
Clinically it excels post-pneumonic weakness, post-measles/pertussis chest, and the adenoid–ear–ringworm child with a narrow chest, thin limbs, sweaty head, and dreams of travelling—who stands at the window by choice. Where Phosphorus bleeds and glows, Bacillinum breathes and clears; where Tuberculinum rebels, Bacillinum wanders; where Psorinum shivers in filth, Bacillinum seeks the hill-top wind. Used with tact and sequence, it speaks gently to the terrain that underlies a thousand winter colds. [Burnett], [Clarke], [Tyler], [Kent], [Boericke], [Boger]
