If you missed yesterday's post, I was diagnosed with shingles yesterday morning at my doctor's appointment. It came as a complete surprise.
I did confess to Steve that the doctor had said it would have been better if I had got treatment within 72 hours. He did fuss at me for not getting looked at when he wanted me to, but decided not to punish me because I'm already hurting.
On that same note, spankings are temporarily off the table for now while I'm healing. However, he did warn that I was not to take that as an invitation to go crazy because he would spank if he saw the need.
Now for the sweet part. First he pampered me last night. He gave me a nice, long massage. If I needed or wanted anything, he jumped right up to get it for me so I didn't have to get up and down. He held me in his arms and stroked my hair until the pain medicine kicked in. I could get used to all that.
He's also taken on some of the household chores to make things easier on me. Last but not least, he's taken over getting our daughter off to school in the mornings. This has two benefits. One, it allows me to stay in bed and rest longer. Steve normally doesn't have to go into work until a little later so he's giving up his chance to sleep in so I can rest. I ended up sleeping until 10:30 this morning.
Two, it means I have to do less driving. While I normally don't mind that my car is a stick shift, with my entire left side in pain, pushing the clutch hurts. I still have to pick her up in the afternoons, but with Steve making the morning run, it's one less trip I have to make.
Isn't he sweet?