Ginger

The ginger was left in the refrigerator for more than a week.  Super charged.  The skin slightly wrinkled and the outer texture a little mushy.  I didn't know what Dragon was up to until the scent of ginger reached my nose. 

Christmas was great this year until we went to my mother in laws for the gift exchange.   Apparently she had a concern about my granddaughter.  She didn't need to know that I had already spoken to my daughter about that very same issue.  She brought up her concern and I let her know that I want to spend time with both girls and that I'm not willing to argue about the topic.  It has already been settled between me and my daughter. 

I spoke in a calm voice and let her know that it is a non issue.  She just wouldn't drop it.  I told her that if she didn't drop it that I would consider leaving.  She kept at it and I got up to leave the room.  I never raised my voice or behaved disrespectful.  She was looking for a fight. 

My calmness is probably what set her off like a north Korean missile.  She started screaming like a crazy woman, bringing up things from over 15 years ago.  She didn't have any newer ammunition. I guess time twisted the events in her memory or truth doesn't really matter because she was screaming lies.  She screamed at Dragon then turned her anger on my children. They hadn't said anything to her.  I was shocked. 

I am done.  No more. 

Today Dragon decided I needed a reward for how I handle his insane mother.  Ginger can be intense but it is fun.  Let's just say that it added much needed heat to the bedroom. 

Love my Dragon just a little. 

Asking for It

Yes. I did it.  I asked for a spanking.  I didn't have any big confession of broken rules.  Dragon knows where I have failed.  I asked for a clear the slate spanking.  And I asked for the harshest implement we have.  The plexiglass paddle.  That thing is evil. 

Honestly what I need is a punishment spanking but we have both been under the weather. Dragon with those evil kidney stones and me with what probability turned into pneumonia.  I am breathing better today and my chest doesn't hurt nearly as bad.  We shall see what happens. 

What happened?  Fun!

It has been a while since either one of us has felt like using the collection.  Dragon chose the walnut and the cherry.  Hard enough to sting but not so hard that it could be called anything but fun.  5 swats were stiffer than the others.  I think he wanted to remind me that he can inflict some real pain.  He counted them off.  It helps me take the harder ones. 

Almost 30 minutes later and I still feel the sting.  I am looking forward to Scene Two.  It has already been promised. 

Dragon Survived

His procedure went great.  They were able to use the least invasive method.  He even survived my driving.  In the city.  IN THE RAIN!   Now that is something! 

He goes back to work tomorrow. 

Just one day with no pay. 

Strange Thoughts

I usually go back with Dragon for doctors appointments now.  That way he doesn't have to repeat anything.  His last few trips have all been related to kidney stones.  Two ER trips and then off to the specialist.

The specialist got down to business fast.  "Stand and drop you pants."  Then the doc told him to put his elbows on the exam table.  I expected it and so did Dragon.

I didn't expect to find it hot.  Yep.  Sure surprised me.

This wasn't Dragon's first exam but this doctor took his time and was very thorough.  In the military, it was always quick.  Not this time.

It took me several days to admit it to Dragon but I finally told him.  He was relieved!  He found it hot that I was watching.  I didn't know Dragon was a little bit of an exhibitionist.  Good to know. 

Even with his pain levels high the heat in the bedroom has been turned up.  With stress and a crazy schedule we haven't been making time for us.  That has changed. 

What should have been embarrassing and awkward turned into something positive. 

Update on Dragon

The stone has barely moved. Just 1.5".  The procedure to break it up is scheduled for next week.  Fortunately the less invasive option is still available

Happy Place

So what do we do while Dragon is high on narcotic pain killers and a drug related to Viagra?  Dragon is very frisky right now and can't keep his hands to himself. 

Strangely enough he is absolutely fascinated with my backside.  Being the spanko that he is, he wants my backside red.  Covered in nice, pink hand prints.  And he wants to make sure that I am completely frustrated while he does it!  The man knows how to torture me! 

Sadist....

He is absolutely out of sick leave and annual leave and we already know that he has to take two days off next week. One of those will be without pay.  Hate doctors.  One day of leave we could swing next week but not two.  What an ass. 

Dragon went without the narcotic Thursday because he wanted to try to work today.  He managed both days.  Saturday is a work day and Sunday I really need his help running kids all over the place.  I don't want to drive in the city.  Very tight schedule.  I seriously need a clone.

Ps. I do treasure the chaos.  They are growing up fast.  One starting college, another finishing school very soon and my youngest trying to get into his dream college.  Soon, I won't have this anymore.

Prayers for my Dragon please.  I absolutely hate seeing him in pain.  He is working with very high pain levels but is too stubborn to take any more off days than he absolutely has to.  Fingers crossed that he can help with the driving Sunday.  Prayers for relief with two days of doctors appointments.  Prayers that this doctor was just having a bad day with the first appointment last week and that he is friendlier next week.  Prayers that Dragon doesn't need the narcotic anymore.  Prayers that the simple procedure is all that is needed and not the more invasive surgical procedure. 

Thanks, I'm sure I can count on my blogger friends

Pumping Gas

Dragon is on some heavy duty pain relievers.  All 4 of his prescriptions have driving warnings.  Since he can't stand to go even 30 minutes past a dose, he is home from work.  No driving, no work.

Sunday morning I had to stop for gas.  I started to unbuckle my seatbelt but he was out and around the car before I even got my hand on the buckle.  He's fast!

He hates it that I have to pump my own gas most of the time.

Years ago I dropped him off at the airport in Boise Idaho for a deployment.  Not a danger deployment this time.  He didn't return to Afghanistan.  But traffic had us running late and I had to fill up the tank right after I dropped him off. 

I stood there with the nozzle in my hand, crying for 5 minutes before someone decided to help me.  I couldn't figure out how to pump the gas.  This was the first deployment since Afghanistan.

I honestly hadn't pumped gas since he returned and I couldn't figure out anything.  The pumps had changed in the year and a half since he had been back.   For me, it was heartbreaking. His newest deployment became real in that moment. 

I don't know why but seeing him rush around the car to beat me to the pump brought that memory back. 

I don't know the young man that helped me that day but I am forever grateful.