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		By: Pentadact		</title>
		<link>https://www.pentadact.com/2007-03-19-i-dont-know-about-you-folks/#comment-12471</link>

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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 22:29:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is unacceptable! I must at least know the causes of my body&#039;s malfunctions, even if they&#039;re things beyond my control. Or perhaps I can control it without understanding it, to an extent. My scientific instinct would be to temporarily play dumb, trust the logic behind the illness-prevention measures, and assume that they did in fact cushion me from a much more severe illness that would otherwise have been caused by the same unknowable, unstoppable factors. That would suggest I&#039;ll recover soon.

I suppose it would be more scientific still to try living extremely unhealthily for a week and see if I deteriorate. I&#039;ll try that next week.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is unacceptable! I must at least know the causes of my body&#8217;s malfunctions, even if they&#8217;re things beyond my control. Or perhaps I can control it without understanding it, to an extent. My scientific instinct would be to temporarily play dumb, trust the logic behind the illness-prevention measures, and assume that they did in fact cushion me from a much more severe illness that would otherwise have been caused by the same unknowable, unstoppable factors. That would suggest I&#8217;ll recover soon.</p>
<p>I suppose it would be more scientific still to try living extremely unhealthily for a week and see if I deteriorate. I&#8217;ll try that next week.</p>
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		By: Zeno Cosini		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Zeno Cosini]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 19:18:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I got ill in January 2006. It came hot on the heels of the Chirstmas break, during which I was eating lots, sleeping lots and generally treating myself well. I had a cough and a series of cold / flu type bugs that went on solidy for about 6 weeks. It was horrible. I thought I was becoming one of those sickly Victorian gentlemen who have to retire to a sanitorium in the Alps and spend the rest of their short lives in a &quot;bath chair&quot; with a quilted blanket folded over their knees, attended by matronly, thick-wristed nurses. But then, just as inexplicably, I got well again.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I got ill in January 2006. It came hot on the heels of the Chirstmas break, during which I was eating lots, sleeping lots and generally treating myself well. I had a cough and a series of cold / flu type bugs that went on solidy for about 6 weeks. It was horrible. I thought I was becoming one of those sickly Victorian gentlemen who have to retire to a sanitorium in the Alps and spend the rest of their short lives in a &#8220;bath chair&#8221; with a quilted blanket folded over their knees, attended by matronly, thick-wristed nurses. But then, just as inexplicably, I got well again.</p>
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