I was in my sister's house last weekend when she first told me about Influenza A. She is a doctor who doesn't believe in medicine, so her prognosis was really bad. While I didn't totally dismiss her, I told myself not to panic. I remember during the SARS outbreak, the news made it seem like the world was going to end. I was in the U.S. at that time for a work assignment, and since it was worse in Asia, I didn't really feel the panic nor the fear. Now, with this new viral strain, it seems that medicines and surgical masks are selling like pancakes (or Manny Pacquiao's tickets??:)), and people are just really scared. The really really of this matter is that we have to be healthy by eating right, exercising and all that. Medicines do not guarantee cure.
With that said, I might just be screwed. With my schedule, I sometimes only eat 1 decent meal a day, and the rest I power myself with coffee, chocolate, or junk food. Working in a call center has really taken its toll on me and my body. So that leaves exercise. And for me choosing between sleep and exercise is a no-brainer. So like I said, I'm screwed.
And what about global warming? The constant change in weather is not only making summer a "blah" instead of "blast", but it's giving me more migraine than normal. Sigh. My 6 yo nephew, who is super smart, was matter-of-factly telling me that global warming will make the world end someday and it means people will die, but a new world will be created. And the thing is, he was right on the money. Not only does it seem like earth is close to its expiration date, we are accelerating the journey.
Gah. This is too serious for a 3AM blog. But then again, what am I talking about? I work at nights. It's been 2 years now. I'm supposed to be in my serious mode at this hour.
2 years. It seems so short but life in Call centers is really similar to dog life. 14 years. YEah, definitely feel like it's been that long. Don't get me wrong, I love my work. And I love that opportunities just keep coming along. Plus I heard something that my old manager was cooking up something for me, and I feel good about it, because if anything else, it was a vote of confidence. But the life -- it's just not normal. My body is reacting to it in more negative ways than I can ever count. And sometimes, my humanity kicks in. I get tired. And want to go away.
Can't wait for August. HK is in the works. And then September it's touring Palawan (Coron, Puerto Princesa).
Labels: global warming, influenza a, life