My fiancé was programming the remote for the region free DVD player, so we could watch some Without a Trace episodes. I was wandering around, using the bathroom a lot. Which makes me sound like a nervous puppy. So let me start that part over.
I am old before my time, physically and figuratively speaking. I realize I’m 31 and so joint-creaking is normal. But my back, knees, neck and shoulder are, at this point, chronically bad, partly due to old injuries and re-injuries, to overuse, and also carrying a little extra weight. I also have to use the bathroom a lot. I’ve been to the doctor for this, and they don’t know that there’s anything particularly wrong with me, but imagine that a 40 year old pregnant lady is going on a road trip, and now imagine how many bathroom stops she is likely to request. That is me. Except I’m not 40, nor pregnant, nor on a road trip.
So he was programming the remote, and I was making frequent trips to the bathroom, and I decided I’d tell him why, in case he started to get weirded out. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with the remote, I was standing in the doorway. I said I wanted to tell him something, and he looked up and asked me what it was. So I told him. I told him that there’s nothing wrong with me, but I can’t “hold it” at all. I told him that I get up a couple of times a night for this reason. I told him this, I said, as a round-about way of explaining that I needed to use the bathroom. Again. He looked concerned, but was very adamant about the fact that he loved me, and he was sorry I had to deal with that, but he was glad I could tell him things and he’s not the least bit weirded out by my frequent comings-and-goings.
So I grinned and went into the bathroom and shut the door.
And then I heard him say:
“Oh honey! I got the remote working!”
He’s so awesome.
Okay, WordPress is in need of a like button. I officially don’t know how to function without one. Your fiance is awesome, by the way, and you may tell him so for me.