Spanko de Mayo
Yeah, I’m still here. Been busy, taking care of things. John. Work. But yesterday, it was my turn. Steve came over, and for a few blissful hours, someone took care of me.
It was Cinco de Mayo. Of course, that means nothing to me — I’m not of Mexican heritage, and I have no desire to go to a bar and pound margaritas (although lately, the idea of alcohol-fused oblivion has its appeal). But Steve took full advantage of it. To commemorate the day, he informed me, I would not receive any single swats. No… everything would be in series of fives.
I thought, well, how bad could that be. HA. He didn’t mention that the fives would all be in the same spot, fast, and hard. Or that he would dip below and venture onto my upper thighs (mercifully, he did that only with his hand, not the implements). But OUCH.
He was quite steady with that five-count, too. One time, however, he was off, and I oh so brilliantly piped up, “That was four, stupid.”
(geeez, who’s the stupid one here?)
That got me a reward of ten, all in one spot. Argh.
We actually shot some video, for the first time since before John’s surgery. I was a bit more subdued than usual, but still had fun and enjoyed the banter. Things got pretty intense at the end, though. Here’s a screen grab to illustrate:
I think I like screen grabs from video better than stills; there’s an immediacy and authenticity to them that isn’t quite present in a posed shot.
He held me for a long time afterward, while I basked in mindless nothingness, enjoying the pleasant sting and prickle lingering in my bottom and upper thighs. I would have napped when he left, but I had work to do, so I snapped myself back to reality and got down to it.
Anyway. John is most likely going to get the green light to drive again, this week. It’s been six weeks, which is the amount of time they originally told him to avoid driving. This will be huge, as it will give him back his autonomy (and give me all of my weekdays back, which I will so appreciate). Just in time, too, as he has doctor appointments on Thursday and Friday, and I have a lot of work. In fact, last week, he actually took cabs a couple of times, because I had deadlines and I simply could not make it to his place. I begged him to ask his neighbors for a ride, since they’ve offered several times, but he hates asking people for anything. Well, except me. (sigh) So OK, he took cabs. His choice.
Today, I feel relaxed, productive, and the cherry on the sundae? It’s cloudy and gray outside, my kind of day! 🙂 (Yes, I’m weird. What else is new.) Back to work with me.
Thank you, Steve. ♥