I feel sick. But I don't feel sick. Confusing right?! I know!! Okay, lemme explain it this way, you know the feeling you get right before you get a really bad flu or a stomach upset?! *Giving you a moment to process and go aaaah!* Yes, that feeling. I think it's somehow related to the fact that I haven't been eating properly for the past few days, somehow the food just doesn't go down as well as it should so I've been staying away from it.
So anyway, I told a friend of mine how I'm feeling and she said something that got me thinking. Apparently there's this theory that was postulated by some woman that every illness can be related to some kind of psychological issue. For example, a persistent cough means that a person is psychologically seeking attention. Cancer is a physical manifestation of psychological issues springing from some form of troubled upbringing that was somehow repressed.And so on and so forth.
I was diagnosed with severe iron deficiency anaemia when was around 13. What the doctors find most interesting about my anaemia is that no matter how low my HB gets (at one point it was a disastrous 4.3), the symptoms never manifest. Instead of being sluggish and tired all the time I usually have energy levels akin to that of the animaniacs. And they've tried everything, diet changes, supplements, blood transfusion, somehow my HB has never gotten to the optimum levels. So today I was wondering, do I have some psychological issue that I have never addressed?!
FLASHBACK: I had a normal childhood, very democratic family. I've never seen my parents fighting. Went to good schools and had healthy friendships. Always eaten right. Never been denied anything I need (Note, I said need not want) I didn't have too much freedom, or too little for that matter, everything I was allowed to do was always through logic and reasoning.
Now I have a very healthy relationship with my parents, my brother, with my friends, am in a very happy relationship with a wonderful man (albeit long distance). I have good days, amazing days, bad days, boring days, everything within the range of normal. So what psychological issue am I dealing with exactly?! Do I need to be put on an emotional drip? A mental enema perhaps?! Maybe an illness is just that. AN ILLNESS!! I don't think every time you get the sniffles it means you need to see a shrink. Let me know what you think.
Something's wrong - Bruno Le Flance
Let's make love - Foreplay
Angel of the island - Nicholas Rastoul
On my Bookshelve:
Five African plays - Cosmo Pieterse
On my wall:
The Arnolfini marriage - Jan van Eyck