My Home is Safe

I stayed confined in my home for most of the month.

And my husband asks me “Why? Come on! You’ll have fun!!”

But it’s not the “having fun” that I want to avoid. It’s the result from leaving my own, cleaned, sterilized, wiped down, washed, vacuumed, and mopped safe zone.

Immune system for my husband: 100% he’s a nurse! (He could pose as a carrier for viruses and bacteria that he will show no symptoms of, but as soon as he comes home and into contact with me….i can’t tackle them as he can. They’re obvious when they transfer to me.)

Immune system for me: what’s that? 😣🤧🤒

There are these “surgical” (they aren’t surgical) looking masks that immunocompromised people (and absolutely anyone else!) can buy to keep themselves safe from this virus and bacteria infested world in which my body just can’t handle.

Every. Single. Time. I leave my home, I get a cold… a stomach bug… those are the two most common. Thanks to Theraflu I’m able to write this to you guys right now.. this time, though I’ve l received a flu shot, I’m battling the flu.

So if you want to ask me why I don’t want to leave my house, just skip that question and move on; don’t.

Do me a favor: next time you see someone wearing a mask like this:

…maybe don’t think so much of yourself catching something that this contagious woman has, thinking, “whatever she’s got goin’ on is serious if she has to buy her own mask…”

Instead have a heart, realize, empathize: that I’m trying to protect myself from anything outside of my body…

Because inside my body is a raging, full on war.

God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns.

Psalm 46:5 ✌🏼&💜,

Bailey