is a highly infectious — and, in my experience, very violent — diarrheal illness, no visitor, including my boyfriend Sam, dared go anywhere near violating those safety precautions.
Watching “Five Feet Apart,” I tried to reimagine my own hospital stay as produced by Hollywood screenwriters. I envision myself re-emerging from the bathroom — again. Sam raises his eyebrows adorably: “What do you say we unhook that IV and go get some pizza?” This was as far as I got without gagging. Cornball dialogue aside, the thought of subjecting my traumatized bowels to dairy, or to a distance of more than five feet apart from the nearest toilet, was the true reality check here.
In reality, Sam remained in a uncomfortable chair during his trips to my hospital room, gowned and gloved and several feet from the bed. When Saturday evening rolled around, we watched “Blockers” on my computer and he’d pause it when I got up to wheel my IV into the bathroom. Then I’d settle back in among the tubes and beeps and we’d smile at each other over the bed rails.
THINK while the condition for lack of a better term is horrible, not all the aspects of the disease can be included in a 2 hour time frame. Besides that was not what the director and makers of this film were focusing on