JUDY DEWSBERY never imagined

she’d become a victim …

I never imagined for one second that I’d become a victim of the contemporary plague. After three days of feeling so weary that I could hardly stand up — but three days when I was walking amongst you — while gazing at a Swine Flu leaflet in the chemist it dawned on me. My deepest regrets, my sincere apologies to anyone I met with unfortunate consequences. 
We (Simon, my partner and I) took the Tamiflu that was offered mainly because we had a massive event at the coming weekend that we had to be well for, albeit with a load of support drafted in. Our symptoms were, in order of appearance: extreme tiredness, a weird sore throat (like an irritating lump of cotton wool lodged there), runny nose, headache, dry cough, high-ish temperature, projectile sneezing followed by the thought that you’ve recovered only to keel over again.
After a week from which I have hazy memories, not even listening to radio 4 for two days, I was left with the remnants of a cold and the optimistic thought that my brain may be operational soon, my body shortly thereafter.

Drawing by Judy Dewsbery

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