All I want is a warm bed, a kind word and unlimited power. Ashleigh Brilliant
Almost exactly three weeks after my back surgery I am up and running… Well not quite… let’s say up and strolling… with a cane. Like Lazarus (but without the help of The Carpenter) I have risen from my sickbed and started walking again. Alleluia!
Tonight I will also move back to the conjugal bed that I had to abandon after being slit open by a mad medic. It is way more comfortable than the practical (but cramped) hospital bed that I had to use up to now.
My becoming mobile again might prove a mixed blessing for my wife. Faced with my newly regained independence, she will have to relinquish her almost absolute power (women hate that) over me, and incidentally half of the bed. I will also reclaim authority over the bedroom TV remote control. There are no small victories.
Any relationship you need to understand has always been a covert struggle for dominance. I am Napoleon and she is Ekaterina the Great, two people not to be trifled with, especially man-eating Ekaterina. So, we both keep our powder dry, just in case.
My consort by the way always dreamed to be a nurse and emulate Florence Nightingale but I doubt that Florence had much shut-eye and my wife values sleep too much to ever have pursued that path.
So it is a fair trade: she will (hopefully) relinquish power in exchange for uninterrupted nights of sleep.
See you soon on the field compañeros!
Alain
Women desire six things: They want their husbands to be brave, wise, rich, generous, obedient to wife, and lively in bed. Geoffrey Chaucer