Foot
Things are well at home but we both have physical injuries that keep us from performing at our best. Brian's knees leave him in pain and my foot shooting pain flared up again. We both don't really want to walk around the apartment. It sucks because neither person can really help the other. Yesterday I cut myself on a canned good while trying to lift the aluminum lid with my finger (stupid, I know). So Brian is like limping around and says to relax, he'll take care of fixing the cut. We're both limping around trying to get to where we need to get and I say, "Oh man this is what we'll be like when we're 80." And he says, "I hope so."
Aw. I don't know if he meant that we'll still be alive at 80, that a cut and a limp will be the worst of our health problems, that we'll still be together and in love and caring for one another, or what. But it was a really nice thing to say.
Aw. I don't know if he meant that we'll still be alive at 80, that a cut and a limp will be the worst of our health problems, that we'll still be together and in love and caring for one another, or what. But it was a really nice thing to say.