Sadly, I am waking up to a house of illin’ this morning. Everyone except me is sick with a stomach bug of some sort which is giving rise to this post.
How exactly does an immune compromised wife [and] mom care for her sick family while protecting herself from catching it as well?
Well, we have a protocol, so to speak, for these situations:
- If you have symptoms consistent with the flu, then you are off to be tested so that Tamiflu can be started immediately
- Handwashing is paramount for every family member
- You stay where you are [and] text me when you need something
- I leave what you need water, kleenex, Zofran, et cetera at the door or on your bedside table
- Lysol wipes for all door knobs
- I move between the guest room, my home office, and the kitchen
- Compassion is communicated through words rather than a hand squeeze, hugs, or a reassuring hand on the shoulder
It may seem cold [and] sterile to you, the reader; however, to my knowledge, neither my husband or my son has ever felt neglected while they were sick, and I’ve never gotten sick from them.
So, there you have it; it’s the way we roll with illness in the house.
