Thsee days of recovery are filled with so much love and care, I think I'm almost abusing it and I'm not even the least bit sorry.
Endless errands and trips for water, drink, food, snacks, foot massages... You name it, I get it. And then there is the constant teasing that often morphs into high s****l tension but like an evil villain I always deny them at the last minute and it's funny how they fall for it every time. "Remember, the doctor said I have to take it light."
Whining growls, saddened growls, aggravated growls, desperate growls.... at this point I think I've heard just about all of them. But nevertheless, I must admit, they are patient with me, even if reluctant at times.
Today is a good day. A week of rest really did me some good and the warmth and attention from Grayson right
