I feel for my physiotherapist. I am incapable of silence when in the company of others. This is a bit of a surprise to me. Regardless, I ask him tons of questions about physiotherapy, ultrasound, treatments, changes in medicine over the last twenty years and how they affect his practice. I ask about patient patterns, industry growth and improved understanding of the human body when it comes to physiology, kinesiology and psychiatry.
I have always been curious about science and medicine. Both of my grandmothers were nurses, my brother and nephew were both born with a malabsorption issue and my family has had all sorts of life-altering diseases. The more I've understood the better equipped I've been to helping them out whenever possible.
Books have been the gateway to knowledge for as long as I can remember. Fairy tales and nursery rhymes hid life lessons from an earlier times. My dad encouraged me to understand the symbolism and parable in each.
The thing is that no matter how much I learn, it's the tip of the iceberg to what I can still learn. Books tell me so much but trained professionals and experts can teach me so much more. I ask a few questions then listen to the answers.
It's not just my physiotherapist I subject to my interrogations. Friends, family, strangers on the Internet are all fascinating subjects for me to interview. I explore the vastness of space and the microcosm of biology, the complexities of human behaviour and the simplicity of faith, the cruelty of fate and the kindness of whimsy.
I don't think fascination with life and all it holds is limited to me. I think it's a very strong foundation of most writer personalities. It gives depth and interest to our characters, our worlds and our stories.
What's your strange fascination?