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Every One Is Special
When I was a kid, I frequently got sick right before Christmas. The year changed, but the bug remained the same. I also got colds a few times each winter. But they were pretty similar too. Since moving to Tucson, by contrast, I have discovered that there is a world of possibility in the realm of malady. Each thing I come down with seems to have a delicately variegated trajectory worthy of a Dickens novel. And no two bugs are alike. Although Kim doesn't get sick the way I do, she has noticed something similar. There are so many discrete stages to an illness here. Maybe that should that be "now" instead of "here." Could it be that bugs are becoming more fine-grained in their individuality? Or is it simply that this relatively balmy desert clime permits the observance of nuances that would get lost amid the blasts of cold-weather misery? Whatever the reason, I'm mighty nostalgic for the Fordist illnesses of my youth.
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frostedfuckhead From: frostedfuckhead Date: December 19th, 2005 10:25 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Our experience differs wildly. During my 5 years in Tucson, I never once had a fever. Honestly I'd probably have to go back a decade to find a single case of a temperature over 100 degrees. The only bugs I caught in Tucson ran thru the exact routine... first day or two I only notice a slight to moderate sore throat, day two to three I find that my head is stuffed up, day three to five I have a light to moderate cough. That's it... none of the symptoms occurred concurrently and they rarely drained me of much energy. And I would only catch this type of cold once or twice a year.

Since I've been here... still no fever but basically a permanent cold. I'm not sure if its actual bacterial/viral infections, the air pollution, allergies or what... but more often than not I am coughing and blowing my nose. It's still not a big deal tho. At least I dont' really get sore throats with it -- I hate sore throats.

In conclusion, I'm a lucky motherfucker, and it is evil of me to brag about it while you and your family are sick. I'm sure vengeance will come swift and hard in the form of Bird flu or some shit like that. I know I'm definitely due to get really really sick...
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 19th, 2005 02:48 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Hmmm. Maybe our bodies are calibrated for a certain climate and then struggle to readjust. Sounds like you were having the "normal" response here. For whatever reason -- actually, for the clear-as-day reason that there's no humidity here -- my own body can't seem to find its footing in the desert. I'm like one of those tempermental British sports cars that will only run in the conditions of my homeland.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 19th, 2005 02:49 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Oh, and we're all going to get bird flu eventually.
From: e4q Date: December 19th, 2005 11:00 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
haha fordist illnesses - that's great. discrete, nameable, and cured with a big bottle of acme pink illness cure
From: e4q Date: December 20th, 2005 12:54 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
also. i think it was pasteur who said on his deathbed that 'terrain is everything' and what he meant was the body, but i think you could read that on several levels. there is a theory that part of the reason so many people here get certain hayfever type allergies is because they have travelled to places that i think have olive groves, and then when they get back they are sensitised to privet pollen, which is weird but makes a certain sense.
then there is the likes of thee and me - when i was permanently off sick from work it was in the same week as another woman who has cfs. we both went off with busted backs, and tripped into cfs, but hers went a really different direction than mine - she has a family and catches all their viruses and gets bugs and boils and things as well, i, on the other hand, have gone down the exquisite pain route, fully exploring the horrors of instantly and easily tripped out migraines and insomnia and a bit of mentalness thrown in. we were already predisposed to our things and the cfs just exploited what was already there.
i think there are other layers to do with memory and feelings and psychology, but that place really does require a subtle knife to fillet out. (and in fact may be imaginary in and of itself. but i am attracted to the poetic of it - susan sontag is good on that stuff i think)
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