Firstly, I have to admit that despite feeling ‘a bit ill’, I did dose myself up on lemsip and go out on Saturday evening. Social opportunities are few and far between and I wasn’t prepared miss cocktails, food and friends. When I woke on Sunday, I knew I wasn’t hung over. I was ill and I felt enormously sorry for myself.
My illness isn’t something that would interest a GP. It isn’t life threatening, but it’s enough to keep be in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering about all the things I could be doing if I had the energy. I’m improving and I can now watch day time TV and use the laptop. I have a ‘bad’ chest and a cough, my energy is all gone.
The thing is, I find that when I am ill no one feels as sorry for me as I do. I want validation of my condition. A sympathetic affirmation of my obvious illness. There is an element of care from other people in the house, obviously, but not to the depths of my preference. My care here is more practical; preparation of hot drinks and food. My son did sing me a two-line song composed by himself along the lines of “Get well soon Mummy”. “I hope you are better” (there wasn’t much of a tune but it was very sweet). Mr Noo has been expertly making me lemsips, until he had to go to work, then I had to make my own.
It’s not enough. I want someone to nod sympathetically and be nice, extra nice. To furrow their brow in concern. Pat my knee and say “poor you” and “oh dear” – that sort of thing. With time on my hands, I’ve been thinking. This sort of support is needed. Particularly for mothers who regularly provide such service and yet when their time of need comes there is a significant gap in sympathy.
I’m calling on the Government to act. The perfect person for the role would be someone withy sympathy associated skills. Someone who already knits or has the ability to bake. I’m not sure it is ideal for unemployed teenagers. I appreciate in times of austerity a fleet of nation wide “sympathy officers” (I’m still working on a job title) might not been seen as a priority. I can’t guarantee it will save the NHS money, it probably won’t but it would make me feel better. Woe is me.
When I start my on-line petition will you sign?