Something very odd happens to me when I suffer from excruciating pain. I become really pleasant. It doesn't matter that I can't really focus my eyes on anything. Or that I can't do my job very well. What matters is that I'll be extremely pleasant while not functioning as a human being. And I think that counts for something.
Being in pain also makes me love my husband very much. Here's a photo and some words to prove it.
I took this photo of My Mater the day I took the fog photos in an earlier post. Just look at how strong and tough he looks. Don't you wish you had a man who could wrangle all that firewood with only his bare hands and a hydraulic wood splitter? Okay, maybe you do have a man like that. If you're a woman, I mean.
But maybe you don't have a man like this. Last night I was in bed, and he said, "You look so beautiful lying there." He said I was glowing. I resisted the urge to ask if I was running a fever, and instead I smiled and my soul opened up like a flower.
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Ok, that kinda makes me tear up a little bit! 'Cause I never see that side of him you know - just the ornery uncle who likes to give you hell!
You're very lucky; I'm 37 & after 20 years of meeting unsuitable men I would love to have what you have & not just be really hoping that he's out there somewhere (probably not chopping wood - this is Brighton after all)I want a wood chopper!
PS - Respect with the tooth; I'm a complete cow when in pain)
He is a lucky m an :-)
Aw, I'm sorry you're hurting. Odd that you are pleasant when in pain. I become a sullen, obtuse, introverted bear. I just want to be left alone, but then I'm a big baby, or so says Amy.
And who knew your hubs was a softy on the inside? That was really cool.
awww
the happy married couple
:)
good luck with the tooth
I’ll see if I can smuggle some opium over to you, though I risk the death penalty in doing so.
And yes, of course I wish I had a man who could wrangle all that firewood with only his bare hands and a hydraulic wood splitter. Does that make me sound lazy, or gay? Or both?
By the way, I hope you were making a deliberate play on words when you said ‘My Mater’ – ‘mater’ is Latin for ‘mother’. It sounds so Oedipal when you use it in that way.
I hope your tooth gets better. As for husbands, I totally understand. Mine I am madly in love with.
great post. i have a man like that too. we certainly are very lucky!
sucks about the tooth! I hate pain especially tooth pain.
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