Hubby is trying hard but he is still funny.
The next night was better. He was more rested and decided he would put every effort into arranging the pillow under my hips so I could sleep. However the method he employed to place the pillows was similar to the one he uses when driving his forklift. He placed his hands-forks out and then just dumped me onto my side (which has a fractured hip). Then he placed the pillow under the other fractured hip and rolled me back. My daughter watched in horror. My hip ached all the next day but hubby was blissfully unaware.
The next morning I sat up in bed uncomfortably and he got up ready for the day. He started throwing pillows at me off the trunk by the bed. This is great I thought. He’s noticed I need pillows to sit comfortably. But instead of arranging them he found the top he was looking for and proceeded to head out the door. I pointed out he might like to arrange my pillows for me.
“Oh right,” he said. He immediately tried to take on the role of the efficient nurse. He grabbed the tiniest pillow which was not a feather one and attempted to plump it up. I guess you had to be there to see the humour in it.
For the next 3 weeks I decided sleeping in the lazy boy chair in the lounge was actually the best solution for both of us.