December 13, 2020
the doctor cutting away the dead flesh of the skin tear
the nurse rubbing my calf with cream and swiftly wrapping it ankle to knee
the technician applying gel and pressing the probe hard against my veins
the phlebotomist swabbing my arm and skillfully inserting the needle
the hematologist patting my shoulder after listening to my lungs
my cat gently tapping my chin after being told how beautiful he is
Kristin Moyer
Well said.
This is such familiar territory for me–being touched since February only by medical personnel and my cat, who is less affectionate than yours. She does sometimes come for early morning snuggles now and is comfortable enough lately for a headbutt from time to time.
I did indulge in a second haircut that I hope will see me through another complete shutdown, if it comes. The salon is safer than the grocery store. Being shampooed on Thursday was almost erotic.
Thank you, Barb. I had been mulling this topic over in my brain for some time, and then a writer/teacher friend of mine shared a prompt from somewhere, about touch during the pandemic. I have not had my hair cut or shampooed since February…I can imagine the pleasure that gives.
You’ve been through a lot this year even without a pandemic to consider. Glad you have the soothing comfort of a kitty. Only a pet lover would understand the level of comfort those steadfast creatures—friends, really—can provide.
Thanks, Willow, lucky to have all those skilled medical workers, and lucky to have Yangtze!