Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Turning up the heat

Yesterday at 7.30am it was already it is 26C (79F) with 83% humidity. And there was a man in the kitchen cooking bacon... squeeee... naked. Needless to say with an expected high of 33C (88F) that, and the Horizontal Nadu, was pretty much the highlight of that day... though it did end with anal sex.

Honestly one has a strange relationship with pain killers... most of them the body won't tolerate or they simply don't work. Usually a drink does a much better job. Knowing this He had one make a couple, drink them and then put the theory to the test. Yes that's right He did the completely irresponsible thing and loaded one up with a couple of Martinis, rather than pain killers. The back relented enough to be bent over the kitchen bench... well it was more shoved as He swept things out of the way... and again in the shower as He had his wicked way with a strangely cooperative arse. Bet it won't be so bloody obliging when that butt plug finally gets jammed back up there again L

Unfortunately this morning did not start out so auspiciously. Nor did it end so well. No this morning started with similar temperatures, a blinding migraine and nausea so bad one had to forgo morning mouse and take anti-nausea medication. Then wait for that to work before one could actually take the migraine meds. It was 10am before one could actually smell morning mouse and not gag... well too much.

But the back seems to be on the mend. It allowed one to do a few domestic jobs... though not as many as actually need to be done. One can now sit in this chair and type without needing pain killers to do it. 
Yep things are looking up...
He of course is convinced it is all his doing...

4 comments:

Unknown said...

He shoved it back in place.


~nods~

Master's piece said...

Et tu, Brute?

Unknown said...

*gigglesnorts*

MsSparkles said...

Before I crashed into his life, N used to swear a glass of wine or two aided his back better that any drug, and generally took the edge of. And he still contents that getting stoned is the best cure for his anxiety.

Given the current situation I may be persuaded to give the odd evening drinkie a try for him. He's basically given up drink of his own volition now so this may be viable.