it's gotta be the gloves

When I was hospitalized a few years  ago, one nurse  brought me my toothbrush, toothpaste  and  a dish to spit in without glove. I loved that.

I told a friend who was horrified, pointing out that gloves are for my benefit.

He was right, of course, but having someone touch me and my stuff without a thin layer of latex meant the world to me then and I suspect still.

I think that is why I am mostly unafraid of a medical company putting a mostly untested drug in my system as they are doing Thursday. But the prospect of an attendant I am not related to helping me fills me with dread.

But that's why I bought gloves.