A Message from My Marine
As I was winding down for the night, I could not shut off my brain. I was thinking about EVERYTHING. Would I be ok at work in the morning? Would I bring the virus home with me? How would I detox my belongings when I got home? How would I keep my loved ones safe? Was this what my husband felt when he was on the front lines in the middle east? Did he feel like he had enough supplies? Was he protected? I tossed and turned so long that when my husband came to bed I was still awake so we started talking about the thoughts going through my mind. I asked him about what got him through war. I understand that he was protected with large guns and gear while I am simply protected by disposable cloth and reusable plastic to cover me from nearly head to toe. However, the reality is, this virus too can be deadly and I may not have to fear someone shooting my limb off but I do have to fear that my chronic disfunction within my own body may put me at greater risk if I do become infected with th...