A Few Health Concerns

I’ve always had some health issues that occasionally get in the way of my ability to do stuff that I like, which includes eating cantaloupes (I developed allergies to that as an adult; a shame, considering my love for it) and eating ridiculous amounts of coffee (I had to stop it because I developed a mild case of GERD). I also have the unfortunate tendency to feel unwell whenever we experience extreme weather changes – unfortunate because I live in the Philippines, and the weather here is moodier than a chemically-unbalanced teenager. I’m not even getting into the asthma I still occasionally suffer from, a condition that will POSSIBLY give me heart problems somewhere down the road.

What worries me now is that, over the last year or so, my blood tests have been coming back with signs of anemia – which, I suppose, explains why I get headaches more frequently and why my hands and feet get so cold so very easily. On its own, I don’t think it’s all that bad. But in conjunction with the other stuff I have going on, I’m starting to find it terrifying – especially since it might affect my ability to work later on in life, and I KNOW that I will need to work until my death given our economic situation in the context of our country (look, I know that our economy’s doing better; I’m just not in a position to get all that money for my skill set). In a much more petty scale, I’m afraid that this combination of problems will force me to stop drinking Coke for the rest of my life – as it is, the fact that I need to stop drinking it for a few days while I deal with a private infection is driving me up the wall).

I really suck
I really do.

I really REALLY hope this doesn’t affect the coverage I want for the life insurance plan I’m trying to get.

And I really hope that this won’t stop me from being able to work in the company I’m currently working for anytime soon. This place has GREAT health benefits that I can extend to both my parents, and offers really good pay for a job that lets you work with people that are intelligent in a way that makes me happy.

Theoretically, I should live healthier so I can stop worrying about this stuff. Then again, it’ll probably just make me worry about food and exercise needlessly (which can’t be good for me either).

Ah, well.


Are Writers Really So Sickly?

I understand that this whole thing could be a fallacious assumption, but I’m starting to wonder if more than 50% of writers all over the world are actually sickly. It’s just that in my experience, many people who find themselves drawn to the profession or calling of writing seem to be people who have either major health issues or minor health issues that can be more than a little persistent.

For example, I often find myself the victim of bronchial asthma (for extreme temperature changes that come with changing weather conditions), allergic reactions (to dust, cantaloupe, and I’m not sure what else), and acid reflux (from what seems to be random foodstuff). I know writers who are also asthmatic, also allergic to certain things, also have bad reaction to food. Some even have severe migraines.

I still look like this, but female and closer to Walking Dead levels. (Photo credit: Leonid Mamchenkov)

My theory is that people who have weak bodies tend to live in their heads, and that’s a prerequisite for writerly temperament. People such as myself, who spent most of their childhood in bed trying to breathe, probably found most entertainment through stories – whether they are from books, television, or any other resource. When we run out of those resources, we often resort to our own minds, which will then occupy us until we either find another source of stories or fall asleep again. Of course, that’s just my take on things. I could be wrong.

What do YOU think? Are sickly people (or people who have a history of sickliness) more inclined to become writers?