I had some "surgical" work done on the bottom of my foot yesterday and I whined like a baby all night long. Ben, has a very high tolerance for pain and I do not, so I don't think he understands how bad things hurt sometimes but he tends to be very caring no matter what.
That said, I know that he thinks I am overreacting sometimes. My surgical work yesterday included liquid nitrogen being sprayed on 3 warts that were on the bottom of my foot. I thought I'd be ok but the stinging pain on the bottom of my foot just got worse and worse and as soon as one of them turned into a giant blood blister I got grossed out and decided I wasn't going to go swimming and I'd just go home and take it easy.
Ben, being the awesome husband that he is, mentioned getting some sparkling cider (since I'd been craving it the day before) and a movie of my choice. I told him we could get something he wanted to watch but he insisted. So we ended up renting "Journey to the Center of the Earth" and drank sparkling cider last night. My foot doesn't hurt as bad today but it's still hard to walk on it. Anyway, I'm blaming the improvement on Ben and his willingness to take care of me even though I could have easily taken care of myself. Thanks Ben! ;)