My husband has a nasty boo-boo on his foot. The thick callous on his heel cracked, so deeply that it had started bleeding. It got infected, and he can barely put any weight on it.The medical phrase the nurse used when she saw it was, “Ew, nasty.” And yeah, it really is nasty.
Today we went to the foot doctor, thinking that he might have to cut some tissue off or something else painful. Fortunately, he said that all my husband needs to do is soak his foot, put antibiotic ointment on the cracks, and cover the rest of the callous in lotion. Unfortunately, my husband can’t reach his own heel.
So guess who gets the honor of having to deal with the nasty boo-boo? Yeah, me.
I was sitting there this morning, my husband on the couch and me on the coffee table in front of him. His foot was in my lap and I was having to deal with something really gross. But there I was, thinking how easy it would be to let my hand wander up from his foot to somewhere else, ….
If I can be thinking about sex with the man whose disgusting foot is in my hand, it really must be love.