As I endeavor to keep my identity a secret, I do lose the option of including supporting photographic accoutrements to posts. So the challenge lies to me to paint a picture with my words, not unlike the people in my life must do for me since my vision loss. In this vein, I use Mark Wahlberg in the role of my husband as he has repeatedly informed me that Mr. Wahlberg will play him in the movie of his life. Let’s consider this his audition. As for my doppelgänger, I like my feet so envision size 6 1/2 women’s, sans polish, toenails in need of a trim.
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Due to my lack of sight, I am unable to cut my own toenails. I have discovered pedicures but I have also learned that the nail techs never cut them short enough. The better to have you return more often, my dear. Now that we are in the covered-up-feet-months, my husband has added podiatrist to his list of marital duties. If I’ve said it once I’ve said it hundreds of times: ALTAR. VOWS. NO CLUE.
So last night I am sitting in a living room chair and Wahlberg is sitting in front of me on the floor, cross-legged. He is wearing his reading glasses and has four instruments next to him for this procedure. Let’s make no mistake: THIS IS A PROCEDURE. He has a small flashlight in his mouth and despite multiple offers to hold it for him, he remains hands-free in his own unique way.
Ten toes before, ten toes after and in between: me trying to relax, jerking my entire leg away several times because I thought something was about to hurt, him remaining his calm self even though I had to be annoying the cuticle out of him.
If you want to really find out your level of trust and comfort with your spouse, let them cut your toenails and vice versa. Close your eyes while they’re doing yours to get the full experience.
Trust is associated with a lot of big things but it’s the little piggies that can reveal the most.