Tuberculinum is the breath of the open road in a body too thin for its dreams. It must move: in thought, in place, in weather, in activity. Confinement is sickness; fresh air is medicine. The psyche chafes at walls—it tests limits, defies rules, throws tantrums—then collapses into spent stillness; likewise the body flashes heat, cough, catarrh, and then sinks into night sweats and quick fatigue. The tubercular polarity is everywhere: hunger ↔ weight loss, itch ↔ bleeding, catarrh ↔ ulcer, love of cold milk ↔ milk diarrhoea, burning feet ↔ cold surface, yearning for the wide world ↔ fear of animals in the dark.

Choose Tuberculinum when the story repeats: recurrent ENT/chest infections despite new antibiotics, a child who cannot bear school confinement, ringworm with night sweats, stubborn enuresis, craving for smoked meats/cold milk, animal dreams and fear of dogs, temper explosions that melt to affection, and a family history of tuberculosis or tubercular habit. Watch the direction of cure: (1) sounder sleep with fewer animal nightmares, (2) sweats lessen, (3) appetite steadies without emaciation, (4) infections lengthen in interval or stop, (5) school/work tolerable, (6) skin clears from centre outward, (7) wanderlust softens from compulsion to choice. Then consolidate with Calc-phos. or Phos. as the case dictates. In short, Tuberculinum loosens the bars so the organism can breathe again—mind and body under the same open sky. [Clarke], [Burnett], [Kent], [Tyler], [Vithoulkas], [Bailey], [Boger], [Phatak].