74: On Illness and, Doing More and Doing less

Published August 21, 2022 · 3 min read · #personal

A heavy title - Ah my friend Finitude, we meet again.

I have not fallen sick since November 2021, and to fall ill recently allowed myself to stay in an entire weekend. Sensible - given an upcoming trip to China.

This post serves nothing more as Sunday night reflection.

Doing more

I have been terribly grateful that my health has been in good shape. A post-Covid lockdown health report tells me that I merely need to take more Vitamin D, and that the rest of my test results are superbly fine.

But being ill for the first time in a long time reminds me not to take these things for granted. True - it appears to be merely a common cold. It was 9 months since my last illness, and I had almost forgotten how much of a pain in the ass it is.

I also deliberate that I am often torn between Doing More and Doing Less. I like to keep myself busy. Productive. I do more because there is a finite time for us on earth. Its been a bit of an unhealthy obessions and drive, but I suppose its kept me alive so far.

But falling ill allays some of this. It is a reminder that Doing More is not the be-all end-all, and that I have a wide berth to Do Less.

With this, the pretence drops. The person for the outward world (achieving, performing) takes a back seat. I focus on the self. I tend to be terribly babyish about the slightest discomfort. I take precautions, including closing myself off to the world (though not to this blog), both physically and frankly, emotionally.

A (fevered) introvert’s dream

In the guise of recovery, I find myself alone. Not well to leave the house I say; as I retreat into the darkness - a guiltless pleasure in a socially acceptable form of solitude and anchoritic bliss. Celibate and abstinent to all but the revelry of me and myself.

But it has been, peaceful. With no expectations, and the occasional message of care. Indeed a good measure of introversion is how daunting I might find a 10 day quarantine wehen I visit China. And I don’t fear it. One might say I am secret looking forward to it.

Doing Less

A final point on doing less. When getting medication, my Doctor mentioned in passing that my common cold symptoms tended to last quite long. I found this to be true. I normally experience a…unsavouriness lingering in my throat and respiratory system days or even weeks after a bout of illness. He attributed this (perhaps in line with data) to having childhood allergies.

I am a big believer in the theory that the rise of allergies is connected to an unsually sanitary upbringing as a baby. An expression of love can manifest itself as a manufactured environment, but one too pristine and clean for the grime and filth that humans had evolved to deal with. Not all bacteria is bad. And it takes pain (discomfort, illness) to be better, and be More.

But it can be rewarding to Do (a bit) Less.


See also

71: On Children

There is a increasing trend nowadays of people in my generation that don’t want children. Climate change, and not being able to give them the best are often cited as reasons - but I struggle to completely wrap my head around it. I don’t believe this choice is rational one at all, and points towards deeper emotional reasons. Its a challenging question and a topic that crops up, and so, in line with the purpose of this blog (sinplifying complex questions into distilled answers/ framework), I discuss it here too.

Read more

70: Hobbies 2 - A Love Letter to Cooking

I started cooking while in university. It started with the simple things. I recall one of the proudest and most memorable. It was in a shared student dormitory kitchen. I was faced with the daunting prospect of either starving that night, or confronting my greatest anxiety of quietly cooking in a shared unsafe space. Intimidating for there was a group of predrinking first-years. The sort that you kind of know as your neighbour, but never well enough to properly socially interact with them.

Read more

68: Life 3 - On Complete Support Systems

I was in the sea today. And saw the buoys bobbing. I set a target; an unconcious marker to swim to before returning to shore. And while swimming, I we were boats, travailing on the open sea. But in the ocean - the winds buffet and blow. Mother nature is unpredictable. And so we need an anchor. Or anchor_s_, as I shall explain: Support systems There are many theories around us humans as social creatures.

Read more