My condition. [ so, kind of, but not quite. ] I have to abstain from eating chilis and all hot food. I also have to take a parasol with me everywhere, and I avoid listening to rousing music. No tempers, no quarrels, no hot places, nowhere too crowded ... I usually have to turn down invitations to socialize, as that can be problematic as well.

[ Basically: no fun, no happiness. But he doesn't phrase it that way, because it sounds too... you know. Bad. But it also makes the connections he does manage to forge all the more precious to him—but he's not bold enough to admit that. He's already said too much as it is. ]

It helps alleviate my symptoms.