My husband had knee replacement surgery five days ago. My double hernia repairs are five weeks post op. Still wearing a support girdle with doctors orders to refrain from the activity that made those big babies that caused those big hernias in the first place.
But I’ve been detecting those “come hither” vibes from the patient I’m nursing in the bedroom with me. Those men and their libidos!
So at 6:00 am I change out of my granny gown,brush my teeth and, with towel and massage oil in hand, tiptoe into our dark chamber. Tripping over the walker, I manage to catch myself and feebly light a candle….so far so good.
With illumination I discover that there is no space on the bedside table because it is littered with a breathing exerciser, gauze pads and a urinal… I will not be daunted.
Hiding the oil under the pillow, I peel out of my girdle and slip into ( ok, lumber into) our bed. As I reach tenderly for my beloved he rips off his breathing machine and envelops me in his embrace…. It ain’t pretty but I’ll take it!
May we all keep a sense of humor as our bodies fall apart! May we not become daunted in reaching out to love those other pitiful people who need it as much as we do!