O Woe Is Me!

That’s the explanation for the blog’s silence. The blog is ill and has spent most of the last 10 days feeling like the above.

Obviously, that’s not strictly true. A blog can’t be ill. Silly idea! It’s me, writer of the blog, who is ill. A virus, that catch-all word, which means you feel like rubbish, but don’t really know why. And all your plans, arrangements are thrown into disarray, postponed or cancelled.

For a few days, I didn’t even try to write, but when I did, the words were lost in the mush that my brain seemed to become. I managed to read but only for short periods before my eyes closed again.

Would it make me feel better to read a definition of a virus? Here goes:

What is a Virus?

Viruses are tiny organisms that may lead to mild to severe illnesses in humans, animals and plants. This may include flu or a cold to something more life threatening like HIV or Aids.

How big are viruses?

The virus particles are 100 times smaller than a single bacteria cell. The bacterial cell alone is more than 10 times smaller than a human cell and a human cell is 10 times smaller than the diameter of a single human hair.

Are viruses alive?

Viruses by themselves are not alive. They cannot grow or multiply on their own and need to enter a human or animal cell and take over the cell to help them multiply. These viruses may also infect bacterial cells.

The virus particle or the virions attack the cell and take over its machinery to carry out their own life processes of multiplication and growth. An infected cell will produce viral particles instead of its usual products.

That’s the info. Sounds really insignificant – ‘tiny’, ‘smaller’, ‘not alive’. But even a relatively harmless virus such as I have/had can cause havoc, and I can certainly vouch for its ability to multiply and grow. Just as one part of me gets a bit better, another part gets worse. O woe!

Still enough whingeing. I wanted to write a funny post about being ill. Instead I’ve ended up moaning. But perhaps sickness of the body is preferable to sickness of the heart!

The Sick Rose

By William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

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  1. Lynne Powell says:

    See you’ve got your writing mojo back now, Lindsay, Lovely!

  2. Christine says:

    Good to have you back and blogging and thank you for the information on viruses-I think!

  3. Lindsay says:

    Think youre being a bit too kind to me there, Lynne! But thank you.

  4. Lindsay says:

    Thanks, Christine. This was a bit of a ‘lame’ blog, but nice to feel well enough to do it even so. Obviously I filched the virus info from some medico – should have given credit!

  5. Polly says:

    Hi Lindsay, good to see you back blogging … extraordinary that you show William Blake’s poem ‘The Sick Rose’. This is the second time I’ve been referred to it within two weeks (!)

    Good to see you’re sufficiently better to be blogging once more 🙂

  6. Lindsay says:

    Thanks, Polly. It’s not the most exciting blog post in the world, but I thought it was about time I wrote something.

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