Getting Old Is Awesome Part II

Nothing says getting old is awesome like crawling around your apartment on your hands and knees after surgery.

I have a walking boot from my recent ankle surgery but the God damn thing hurts so much I said fuck it and have been crawling around on the floor instead. Even did the stairs on all fours last night. The cat just looks at me, all wide-eyed, like what the fuck... My Special Man Friend ("MSMF"), like the cat, looks at me all wide-eyed as well. Except he's got his phone out and is recording me. I can't tell if it's sexy, since I'm doing all this crawling around in a loose shirt and underwear, or if it's blackmail material for a later date.

I reached the height of sexy blackmail fodder with today's big goal - a shower. I could have paid $20 for a fancy shower boot but fuck that. That's MY $20. Funny the things we'll spend money on and the things we won't. Instead, MSMF bagged and tapped up my foot so I could feebly sit half in the tub half out to quickly rinse my bits and wash my hair. It's amazing how good warm water feels on your skin after you've been sweating in your own post-surgery juices for two days. Usually seeing your partner glistening and clean from the shower would illicit flutters and tingles but I'm sure all MSMF saw was a pathetic Thanksgiving turkey missing one of it's turkey booties. I had him snap a picture for posterity sake.

I wish I could say that I've been spending my days laid up high on Oxycontin but sadly the stuff makes me pretty sick, anti-inflammatory meds like Advil I can't take and extra-strength Tylenol doesn't do shit. So I've been mostly moaning in bed and restlessly dragging myself from room to room. MSMF has been the best live in nurse sex and favors can buy. I can't express how grateful I am for the help and support he has provided. The biggest and most heartfelt surprise for me is his ability to comfort me. I'm not the easiest person to be close to at times but MSMF does it with such ease and grace. I want him to be near and he wants to be near. Knowing I'm hurting he doesn't just fall asleep or let me lay there and suffer alone, like my ex did. He tells me that I'm strong and reaches out to tenderly rub my leg.

One could argue that having that kind of love and companionship would make getting old awesome.