Life with H1N1 - A Touchless Society
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So my husband is sick, really sick. It started with H1N1 and evolved into a viral pneumonia. Currently he is lying in a hospital breathing through an oxygen mask. This sickness has been with our family now for 10 days. My two kids and I are fine, but we have all been living this sickness in our own way; My 8 year old son has suffered by not having his dad around to talk hockey or play songs on his guitar for him. The H1N1 media has not helped our situation, last week he broke down and cried, scared his dad would die from this sickness. My strong daughter only cracked when she saw me crying to my own dad on the phone yesterday morning.
I realized that part of what I am struggling with is the new touchless society that has been brought on by this very viral bug. For 10 days now, every person I talk to steps back 3 feet as soon as they hear our situation. Don’t get me wrong I was doing the same thing with my own husband, in fact, he was quarantined to his own room and bathroom in our house and my hands are getting very dry form all the hand washing. So, while I have watched my husband get sick and sicker and watched my children suffer through it all the only hugs I have received have been form my kids. I love hugs form my kids, but yesterday morning I wanted to be receiving the hug of comfort, not giving it (that is when my daughter caught me on the phone with my dad).
I think we underestimate the importance of this kind of supportive affection. Who would think a good hug could be so therapeutic. Believe me, it can; when I saw my brother yesterday and he gave me a huge hug and let me cry in his arms, I walked away stronger than I’d been all week.
So when I went into the hospital to see my husband this morning, I grabbed his toes with both hands and told him how much I love him. I know they are only toes, but I touched him
I realized that part of what I am struggling with is the new touchless society that has been brought on by this very viral bug. For 10 days now, every person I talk to steps back 3 feet as soon as they hear our situation. Don’t get me wrong I was doing the same thing with my own husband, in fact, he was quarantined to his own room and bathroom in our house and my hands are getting very dry form all the hand washing. So, while I have watched my husband get sick and sicker and watched my children suffer through it all the only hugs I have received have been form my kids. I love hugs form my kids, but yesterday morning I wanted to be receiving the hug of comfort, not giving it (that is when my daughter caught me on the phone with my dad).
I think we underestimate the importance of this kind of supportive affection. Who would think a good hug could be so therapeutic. Believe me, it can; when I saw my brother yesterday and he gave me a huge hug and let me cry in his arms, I walked away stronger than I’d been all week.
So when I went into the hospital to see my husband this morning, I grabbed his toes with both hands and told him how much I love him. I know they are only toes, but I touched him
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Permalink Reply by Sandra Urquhart on -
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Permalink Reply by Toni D. Johnson on -
I'm so very sorry you've been dealing with this. But thank God, the rest of you haven't gotten sick. I'm still recovering from pnemonia as a complication from having H1N1. My daughter started it and obviously I got it by taking care of her. When I got it, my 7 year old son stayed far away from me for an entire week. No hugs, no kisses, no reading to him at night before bed. It was very sad and emotionally painful. But we've recovered, by help of my friends and wonderful neighbors.
You're in my thoughts :).
