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 "Victor is roaring down the highway in his new coupé and all of a sudden the led light comes on and signals that the engine is overheating: he smashes it with his fist and steps on the gas. Shortly afterwards, a light signals that he's almost out of gas, so he smashes that one, too and continues in the same way with all other information that the car computer transmits, audio included. At this point, he's happy: now nothing can get in the way of his weekend at the beach."
This anecdote, as stupid as it may seem, can actually be very useful for making us understand our behavior with regard to illness. We're always rushing, busy, breathless, proud of how many things we can accomplish in one day, faster and more efficient, like computers from the fourth or fifth generation and even beyond, like CD burners: 4x,8x,16x,32x,64x...
The worst calamity that can happen to us is to have to stop. Any unforeseen event or slowdown that crosses our path brings out the aggressive beast in us. A sweet and gentle mother accompanying her children to school is transformed into a ferocious tiger when someone dares to remain stopped when the light turns green, and the mild mannered senior citizen in line at the bank becomes a lion, ready to tear apart anyone who tries to step ahead of him.
We have the same aggressive and psychotic reaction to signals that our body sends us. We never worry about ourselves and we abuse our body by forcing it to sustain impossible rhythms, boasting of how we perform Herculean tasks without ever getting sick or stopping, much like the way in which we take pride in our car that has never had a tune-up, even after three years and 10,000 kilometers.
We are no longer used to listening to the messages that we receive in the form of little aches and pains, ailments, cyclical disturbances that become chronic, because we are hooked on our new drug: fast living. In our pursuit of omnipotence, we don't have the time or the desire to listen to the symptoms that come from our organs, what's more, we have learned how to control them and overcome them by our willpower and we're proud of it, even to the point of walking over hot coals, just to show our body who is in charge!
We cure gastritis with antacids, headache with pain killers, insomnia with sleeping pills, colitis with antispasmodics and allergy with antihistamines.
We have found an arsenal of anti-illness medicines because we can't stand to be sick. We're infuriated by the fact that, just when we're having fun, a virus, a fungus or who knows what type of mischief inside of our body can spring on us all of a sudden, just like a storm in July, and get in the way of our exhilarating but crazy lifestyle
Luckily for us, our friendly neighborhood mechanic (family doctor) has taught us an assortment of useful tricks for turning off the red lights so that we can keep racing. The important thing is to fight off the symptom from its onset: cortisone, antibiotics, anything to free us of our handicap, so we don't have to slow down, so we don't have to stay in the pit.
In the very same way we have learned to destroy the body signals that urge us to stop at the right moment and with good reason. And on we go, driving tirelessly down the deserted highway, firmly grasping the steering wheel of our life between our hands. Good luck!!!
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