What interesting, neat memories to work with, Mouse. I did that once with my stepmother and stepsister; pretended to be asleep and they came in and I was laying with my legs apart and my stepsister put them "together" and I made them spring apart again. They literally thought I was asleep so kept doing it and would laugh and whisper quietly each time, amazed that I was doing that in my "sleep". I finally let them know I was faking it :-) But it is neat how sometimes we can find little, tiny bits of someting to hold on to in our memories until bigger, better things come along. I guess it's a little like rock climbing seems to me; sometimes the hand or footholds are just little cracks or bumps on the rock face?

I had a nurse like that when I was in the hospital with my infection in 2003. I had been taken for a test I wasn't "good" at (sonogram and I had to empty my bladder and I can't do that and the woman was complaining she couldn't see well, etc.) and when I finished, I was surprised by a totally unknown doctor who claimed me next and did nuclear tests on me that required taking a huge tube of blood; I don't mind getting blood taken but I hadn't known anything about this person or what was being done, etc. so the surprise got me. I finally was wheeled back to my room only to be assaulted by people waiting for me to do a colonoscopy, which I didn't want to be done at all and hadn't known was going to happen at least until the next day; my doctor had mentioned it but hadn't told me it had been scheduled, etc. I refused to go but was crying by the time I was wheeled into my room but "my" nurse came in and was so comforting and explained she'd sent them away and it was too bad of them, etc. and she was just so nice to have there and to have someone to try to explain all the stress to. She made me feel much better. I hadn't liked her when I first met her, she seemed harsh but I was so glad to have her because it turned out she was a good take-charge person/mother hen type and that's just what I needed at that very moment and remember her like your nurse with the hand thing.

I don't think it is wrong to want and need these things; I think it makes us more "human"?