This fragile body

Being sick makes me feel very vulnerable and human. No natural protection, like claws or a shell. It is just me, uncomfortable, in this fragile body. I've been ill for about a week. I even went to the ER, though I think even that was more out of fear than pain. A very dismissive doctor did nothing to assuage my anxiety. He looked at my body, but not my expression. He missed the signs that I needed something other than a CT scan with contrast. Just for a moment, I needed him to pause and pat my hand. Such a simple gesture would have gone a long way. I could write an entire chapter about the state of physical and mental health care, but I won't. I'm too tired and my belly hurts. Instead, I'll just say this: I need a hug. I need a very fluffy throw. I need an icee, or chamomile tea. I need a pat on the hand. I'm easy. I simply need someone to say, "I see you. You're going to be ok."