Every holiday season I give a gift to The Torturer. Originally, when I began this tradition, I thought it would be one gift … one year. You know, a nice gesture to let him know I appreciate his efforts with my car accident recovery. This holiday season marked my fourth (!) holiday season as The Torturer's patient.
Yes, my life is pathetic.
The Torturer and I joke that many years from now he'll hobble out in a walker to care for torture me and I'll still be there trying to escape needing his torture care.
It's not funny, but at the same time – it is.
By the way, if he didn't love being with me so much he would have gotten me 100% recovered by now so he could be rid of me.
Don't ya think?
Anyway, over the years I've given some very nice gifts to The Torturer, in spite of the pain he inflicts on me. This year, however, I gave him the best gift yet.
Now, whenever he tires of hearing me bitch complain whine whimper in pain, he can tune me out easily and carry on with his job of getting my arm to work and my body free of pain. Of course, I've already informed him I might want to use a pair of his ear plugs every day once in awhile too. There could be a lot of benefits in not being able to hear him giving me rules about what I'm allowed to do bitching at me nagging me providing me with helpful advice.
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