Sick as a Boshintang Dog
I was a healthy person in the US. I really was. I almost never got sick. I can't even remember the last time I got a cold in the US before coming here to the land of killer diseases. I have a cold now, a terrible one, and this got me to thinking: what's so different about Korea that I get so sick on a fairly regular basis here.
My initial theory when I first came over was that it was from working with kids all the time. I thought their little kid hands dragged germs to me from filthy kid things all the time. While that's probably true, I don't see too many kids around these days, filthy or otherwise (unless they sneak in while I'm sleeping), so I doubt that theory holds up.
Then there was the theory of food. I definitely eat differently here than I do in the US: lots of weird pickled stuff, lots of red pepper paste. Maybe my body doesn't like that stuff and is trying to teach me a lesson. I suppose a cold's not really the way to teach that lesson very well but still. Ah, but I'm sure Koreans would cringe to hear me say that about their food. They insist that their pickled spicy stuff is great for you, so well, maybe it's not that either.
It could always be that I'm just getting used to Asian colds and flus and so forth, but damn, I would hope three and a half years would be enough to get through the super-colds phase of living here. True, I get sick less often these days than when I first came, but when I do, yowza!
I've briefly toyed with the notion that it could be magic: a curse on foreigners or some sort of ill-will generated from failed students.
But then I have to accept that perhaps my super-colds, the shoulder I hurt a few years back, my little wrist troubles, and all the like, those aren't from any mystic source. I'm not in as good a shape as I used to be. Maybe I sit around a little bit more. Maybe I eat a little bit more. Maybe I'm a little less careful and a little bit more stressed. And maybe I'm just getting a bit older; I am, after all, already 30 in Korean years. Maybe it's not Korea at all. Maybe it's just life. Maybe this is how things work. Maybe this is the trade off I get for getting the better job, and the lovely wife. Maybe disease is trade-off for stability and wisdom. And chances are good I'm exaggerating my super-healthy American days anyway. I do that. So maybe it's all that.
Or maybe it's just the magic.
R