My shoulder was sore yesterday. I think I'd slept on it wrong, or something. It didn't exactly hurt; it just felt uncomfortable, and nothing I did seemed to move it to a position that felt right. The agitation got worse throughout the day, and by evening it was driving me crazy. My whole arm felt like it was numb.
Misty, who is seven months pregnant, took care of me. She gave me ibuprofen, set me up with a heating pad, then drove to the store to get some muscle relaxant cream. She even brought me back some strawberry shortcake as an extra treat.
The two of us cozied up on the couch with a pizza and flipped between the Golden Globes and The Surreal Life, and after a little while I felt much better.
I love my wife.