The Life of Bon: A Good Hubs

Sunday, May 06, 2012

A Good Hubs


I have a condition.

It's called:  Hot Feet.

At night, my feet are subjected to a cruel form of firey hell.  I cannot get those buggers to cool down for the life of me.  Every night  I have to sleep with my feet hanging outside the covers, and even then, the feet just keep on burning, burning, burning. I toss them around desperately, constantly moving from here to there, trying to find that one inch of coolness left on the sheets.  My firey feet leave no part of the bed untouched and when I wake up in the morning, my feet are bright crimson red.  I have to sprinkle water on them just for a little relief.

Hubs has long suggested I go see a podiatrist about my condition.  Podiatrist = Foot doctor.  While I know this is what I should do, I can't quite bring myself to go marching on in to someone else's podiatry office.  You see, my dad made his living practicing podiatry, and I spent four years helping in his office.  I suppose I am not quite ready to have "another podiatrist" in my life.  I don't understand it completely, I just know that is is painful for me to go to a podiatrist's office.  I almost feel like I'm replacing my pop, finding someone new.  And I just can't do it yet.

While Hubs definitely doesn't understand any of this, (Who does?!?!) he is sweet not to push the issue.  I know he silently thinks I'm a weirdo but he smiles and gives me kisses all the same.

The other night I was dozing in and out of sleep, but my burning feet prevented me from being able to really nod off for good.  I tossed.  I turned.  I searched in aimless futility for that cool spot on my sheets.

Then. I felt something cold.  Oh so cold.  So cold and so refreshing and so absolutely wonderful. 

It was Hubs. standing at the foot of my bed, rubbing my feet with a wet wash cloth. 

He didn't say anything, he just rubbed, covering every spot of my poor feet.  Then, when he was done, he rinsed the washcloth with fresh, cold water and wrapped my feet so I could sleep soundly with my heels and soles surrounded by beautiful coolness.

And that is how you know you've got a good Hubs.



Now tell me, what was the weirdest part of the story?  The fact that I need a wet towel to be able to sleepat night or the fact that my husband stands at the edge of the bed while I'm sleeping?

18 comments:

  1. I have a condition called my feet freeze to death despite thick camping socks and layers of quilts every night.

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  2. that story almost made me cry. that was so beautiful & sweet of your husband.

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  3. I know exactly what you are talking about! No joke, it's the worse thing ever! I have done the wet wash cloths and sometimes get up in the middle of the night and soak my feet in freezing bath water. I even will lay with my legs vertical up against a wall before I go to bed so the blood will drain. I am glad I'm not the only one. :)

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  4. Mel Gates10:03 PM

    Great husband. I agree Bonnie. I don't know who will be my doc when my Dad is gone. Who else will be my on call doc at all hours knows my history from the time your born. Your story made me think about things

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  5. gosh, your husband is pretty great. i know what you mean about your dad though. not exactly the same, but kind of is the fact that my sister does hair. while i know there are a million people that do hair and its not even a big deal i refuse really to go to anyone but my sister. i know its crazy and until she moved up here i would go like 6 months without getting my hair done to see my sister.

    that really is sweet though, and i know the pains of not getting enough sleep. weird but one of my hips goes numb randomly and makes it hard for me to get a good nights sleep. i hope that your feet get better girly :)

    -k

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  6. That is so cute! You are so lucky to have someone like that to take care of you.

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  7. That is absolutely adorable and so sweet of him!!

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  8. That is so sweet! My husband lets me put my feet under his legs because my feet freeze at night no matter the outside temperature.

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  9. I teared up just a little reading this. Your husband loves you so much. And the thing with your dad isn't weird at all. ♥

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  10. Oh my goodness, this is the sweetest story ever! I have the opposite, but a similarly helpful partner. My feet are always icy cold, and my boyfriend always lets me put them under his legs to warm them up!

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  11. pure sweetness. gosh, I needed to hear this today. thanks!
    xoxo

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  12. Ever since i was little i will have random nights in which i cannot sleep unless my feet are wrapped in really cold washcloths, it was sweet for your husband to help you with that. My husband doesn't get the hot feet thing

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  13. This is so darling. He's a keeper for sure.

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  14. He is certainly a keeper! :) Lucky girl!

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  15. Oh my gosh.. that is the sweetest story. Pretty sure I almost cried. You've got a good hubby on your hands!

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  16. I can totally relate. My feet love to be freezing and clammy all day and then burning hot at night. If you find out what it is, hit a girl up :)

    Jamie
    http://independentmrs.blogspot.com

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  17. My boyfriend does the wet washcloth thing for me in the summer too. Where do they teach guys these things? It's genius.

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  18. Definitely just cried. I would feel the same way in your situation. Your husband is so sweet to do that. :) I read this after reading your post about Price. That one made me get teary-eyed too. I am so sad and sorry about your Dad. I don't know that I have talked to you in the last 2.5 years since it happened - but I have thought about you and about him and your family a lot of different times.

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