Immunity and the Marines

Strange subject to blog about, but there's really not much else going on.

Back in Hull for a few days and the place is very quiet. Only a few of my housemates are around, but there's still enough to drain the hot water tank. A quaint feature of my house up here is that, of a morning, there is only enough hot water for two people to have a warm shower. I know this because I am usually the third person through the bathroom. One of my tutors once told me that having a cold bath in the morning is good for the immune system. Perhaps this is because dying of hypothermia in the morning kind of takes the pressure of the immune system a bit for the afternoon. And all subsequent afternoons, for that matter. Well, yesterday, rather than wait for the heating to do its work and replenish our supplies, I decided to put his theory to the test and had the coldest shower of my life! I'm talking icey! My hands even went numb testing the temperature. And I resolved, after about 5 minutes of psyching myself up, to actually stand under the jet and not just splash around next to it. So there you go. An odd story. But I think it was good for self discipline. Like the Marines training in the Arctic by jumping through holes in the ice. Kind of.

They say if you spend long enough in solitude you go mad.