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?