I noticed that in the last year, I have had to pull a lot of things out of Matt. Too many things.
Last year when we went to Scotland, we did a lot of country walking, and one night before going to bed, Matt realized he had a tick stuck in his shoulder! The shoulder is an awkward place from which to try to remove a tick by yourself, so who had to do it? Me, by tying a piece of my very own hair to the body of the tick and pulling it out. Needless to say, this was disgusting.
Now in the last two weeks, I have had to pull glass out of Matt's foot twice. We dropped a bowl a few weeks ago and thought we had picked up all the pieces, but of course you can never really be sure. I always wear socks or shoes when I go into the kitchen now. However, Matt refused to, on the rather pig-headed principle that a man should not have to wear socks in his own home!
The first time he got a piece of glass in his foot it wasn't very big so it wasn't too big a deal. It was on the bottom of his foot though, and I had to pull it out because he couldn't see it.
The second time, he got a much bigger piece of glass in his foot, and it started bleeding. I had to take it out, this time with my tweezers! And it was a pretty big piece of glass. Matt took a picture of the bloody shard, next to a fingernail clipper for scale, but I have decided that it is too disgusting to put up.
After the second time Matt decided to wear socks in the kitchen though.
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I still think a man should not have to wear socks in his own home! But I have resigned myself that we live in a fallen, imperfect world.
Soldier on, brother. I too abide by the same code. Though I find that a good set of slipper have never done me wrong.
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