And then I was getting ready for bed. You know, putting on my flannel PJs.
“I think I’m getting sick,” I told W.
“Maybe you’re hung over,” she said.
I did drink a lot of red wine. Various relatives kept telling me it was “sipping” wine. Whatever that means.
Turns out it wasn’t a hangover. It was a cold.
I cleared my schedule for the following week and stayed in bed watching wrestling videos. Don’t judge.
W was great. She bought groceries and brought me food and took care of things around the house.
Truth be told, I wasn’t that sick. I felt like I needed some down time, and for once my schedule was cooperative.
“You usually don’t let me help you,” W commented the other night.
I don’t. I’m a butch. We can do everything ourselves. We don’t need help. Even when we’re sick.
Don’t tell the other butches … but it was kind of nice to be taken care of for a few days.
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Are you a can-do butch? Do you find it hard to ask for and accept help?