Last week, I succumbed to a microscopic super-bug.  Not only did it incapacitate me for a week, but it also made me feel emotionally fragile.

I was so close finishing a 92,000 edit when I woke up one morning feeling like someone had been massaging my tonsils with sandpaper during the night.

During the following night, I developed a cough (something I never get) and was rummaging around in the bathroom cupboard at 2.00 a.m. trying to find cough medicine.  I was lucky, I found some, but it didn’t work, probably because it went past its sell-by date in 2016. The following morning, every inch of my aching body had surrendered to a micro-beast 🤒, which kept me flat on my back for seven days.

Micro-beast

During my supine week, the fug in my head made it difficult to process most things, let alone finish the edit.  I did still retain the brainpower to operate the TV remote, but everything I watched made me cry.

I wept about Megan and Harry, leaving dear old blighty for Canada, in between binge-watching The Crown, when I started crying every time Hanz Zimmer’s powerful theme tune started playing.  My depression wasn’t entirely focussed around the factual and fictional goings-on within our Royal Family,  because I finished my first box of man-sized tissues watching Notting Hill, for the umpteenth time. Puppy dog Hugh Grant and his floppy fringe always did it for me in 1999, and still does 20 years on.

I tried sleeping off the bastard bug but, sleep eluded me as I sweated out the virus, while agonising about when I was going to get around to finish editing my 92,000 words.

I am glad to report that, as soon as swatted the minibeast, I finished my edit remarkably quickly.  So to anybody currently suffering from the ‘flu, or another miserable virus, I am living proof that there is life beyond the bastard bug.  I hope you get well soon.

20th June 2020

After I wrote this, I felt incredibly guilty as COVID-19 was beginning to take hold and people were losing their lives.  In hindsight, such a wonderful thing, I now hope my January 2020 encounter with such a Bastard Bug might have been COVID-19.