What harm can come from these benign items?
I'll tell you what harm can come and I'll try not to scream.
CB takes the tea towel, puts it under my heal and demands that I lift my heel off the bed. TEN times. Then another ten. Twice a day. Oh, and there are TWO kinds of tea towel/leg lift exercises. Damn.
Then, the towel gets rolled up and put under my knee for a series of horrible stretches then moved to my ankle for 2 minutes of "let gravity do it's thing" stretching. TWICE.
Back in the day, CB couldn't stand to see me cry. He would melt and ask me what was it he could do to make me stop crying. It broke his heart to see me cry.
That. Day. Is. Gone. Long. Gone.
Now when I cry doing these exercises, he tells me to suck it up, that we are in a marathon, not a sprint, that we must do these exercises to get better. All of this is fine and dandy, but I'M the one doing all the work. CB is counting to ten, over and over and over again.
All kidding aside, CB has been the best trainer and cheerleader. Between he and Luke, failure is not an option.
And, no pity parties allowed.
Lots of hugs, which is exactly what I need.
They're pretty smart guys.
