In the course of rehab my husband has been trusted with certain types of duties. I generally trust him in most things, unless he gets that crazy gleam in his eyes.
You might think I’m exaggerating, but you haven’t seen those shiny eyes bearing down on you like it might be your last day.
So, a few months ago we got a device that would help us work muscles that don’t work on their own. It was called E-Stim…for Electrical Stimulation. It would electrocute muscle groups to help them remember how to move.
The only word my husband heard was: electrocute.
My leg have moved funny. Let’s electrocute them!
My fingers started stirring. Let’s electrocute them!
My arm has is reaching new heights. Let’s electrocute it!
Orphans have saved baby seals. Let’s electrocute them!!!
You get the picture.
Today, we went to our acupuncturist and I didn’t feel good enough for a session. My husband did and I encouraged him to keep his appointment.
Halfway through the session I asked my dearly beloved a favor.
“Can I stab you with a needle?”
“Why would I let you stick more needles in me?”
“So, you’ll quit asking me if you can electrocute me all the time.”
“But I do it with your best intentions in mind.”
“Obviously I do too. Let me stab you once and you’ll see.”
This went on for a little while.
He never let me stab him.
Clearly, he doesn’t value my love.