The four horsemen (famine, plague, war, with time cleaning up - wild beasts are so two millennia ago) tend to bring out the retrospective in me.
All the occasions I might have died come much more into memories focus in this plague (yes I know that plague is Yersinia pestis specific, grant me poetic licence; Greek to Latin to English plus millennia more pathogen knowledge...) year.
-as an infant required emergency surgery - local surgeon was one of six in the world (at time) who knew how to perform procedure.
-as a child froze my feet and halfway to knees, hands and halfway to elbows a hard solid waxy white.
-as a teenager in bush plane crash; severely crushed and inundated with avgas.
-as an adult (idiot) took a 15m ketch out solo in Beaufort wind force 10/11, WMO sea state 9.
Plague?
I’m holding out for Her Grace, Susan, Duchess of Sto Helit.
So pffttttt to you, you mindless microorganisms you.
NON TIMETUS MESSOR
