The phrase ‘Round Midnight’ brings to mind smooth jazz
from John Coltrane say or the dark ill-lit streets after an evening’s
entertainment ‘up town.’ Workers in
hospitals or hotels might find a quiet descend over their premises as sleep
replaces the hassles of the day. The
night watchman enjoys the quiet after midnight and settles down to doze his way
towards morning.
In this house things are done differently.
I sit wrapped in a blanket coughing loudly hour after
hour filling my night with listening to the depressing news, it is always
depressing the news, or watching late night adverts on ‘teleshopping
channels.’ Just who is buying non-stick
frying pans at this time of night?
Amongst the late-night offering is an abundance of Brexit news, unfunny
comedy, unfunny US comedy, mediocrity and repeats of films and programmes long
past their prime.
Depressing.
Late night radio offers avant-garde on Radio 3, news or
discussions on news, local radio joined together to save money and playing
bland empty tunes, many stations offering music, either bland or meaningless
pop.
Depressing.
This does not please the cough, a cough which now adds a
special new headache to the joy. Sleep,
the only relief is not to be found, especially when trusted up like this!
Yet this morning I was telling someone I thought the end
of the virus was here, by lunchtime I found out how wrong I was. A check of the diary to where I cancelled the
museum meeting shows the virus has lasted 8 weeks and still counting! Eight long weeks and there appears to be no
end. If it’s not the head it’s the
stomach, if not then it’s the chest, then back to the head, I am not in love
with this virus!
I glance in the fridge, the milk is running out, food
uneaten is going off, and what exactly is that black thing in the plastic
bag? I need to eat but my body does not
wish to, I need to sleep and my eyes will not shut, if they do the cough
returns. So I sit here in the East Wing
so as not to annoy the man downstairs, if indeed he has not run off to one of
his women to avoid me.
This is minor, but very injurious. I know of many with harder experiences, one
who cannot walk as the foot will not heal, others with infections that cripple
them, still others whose bones are crumbling while yet another awaits a fearful
operation.
I am grateful I am not they.
So I give thanks for that and await some form of slumber
while resisting the temptation to watch ‘Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmare’s USA’ or
‘Love in the Countryside!’
3 comments:
Oh, it sounds awful. I had something like that the winter before last, I do believe 8 weeks is about it, so hopefully you'll start seeing a real improvement soon. Nothing worse than a constant cough. And that cough headache. And Brexit which is enough to make anyone feel ill. I really do send you my best wishes about that.
Kill or cure...watch the Commons in action.
Seriously though, it is a rotten bug.
All I can suggest is soup and dry toast.
Jenny, Awful indeed! It appears to be at an end but I am wary... Luckily it means I canny be bothered following much Brexit, just enough to upset Little Englanders...
Fly, Hopefully it will end this weekend. At least I can eat again. Difficult when reading about Brexit mind.
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