If we truly have a female led relationship with discipline, shouldn’t I be able to order Lion to stop needing surgeries and the ensuing help? Isn’t it something that I should be able to punish out of him? If you believe that men in these relationships suddenly become expert housekeepers and doting, selfless lovers, then it may be possible to spank the illness out of someone. I mean, isn’t it just as ridiculous sounding?

I wish there was a way to keep Lion from needing surgeries and help afterward. It’s not that I don’t want to take care of him. I just think he’d be better off if he didn’t have these health issues. He’s not doing it to be a pain in the neck. He’s just run into a patch of bad luck. He seems to be falling apart. By the time we’re done, I’ve told him, we’ll have a whole new Lion.

I’m quite fond of the old Lion. I don’t mind a few new parts here and there. I just hope my weenie or balls never need repair. I like them just the way they are. Of course, if they’re attached to Lion I’m sure I’ll still like them even if they’ve been slightly refurbished.

Tomorrow we go back to the eye doctor. I’m hoping the issue is resolving itself and there won’t be any need for intervention. Lion is fairly discouraged at this point, but if things are improving I’m sure he’ll feel better even if he can’t see by tomorrow. Sex, as you can imagine, has taken a back seat. I gave him some space last night. Tonight I’ll venture over to his side of the bed to see if he’s up for snuggling. Even holding hands more might be comforting for him. I hope it’s comforting on some level just knowing I’m with him and I’m not giving up on him.

[Lion — Mrs. Lion is a great comfort to me. She’s right, I’m very down right now. I can’t seem to shake it. The vision in my left eye has not come back and I’m worried that further intervention will be needed. The way my luck is running that could be a disaster. I also worry that I’m going to wear out my “welcome” with her since she has to do so much more to help me.]


  1. I’m sorry you’ve been having such a hard time, Lion. As far as wearing out your welcome, I’m pretty sure that’s not an issue, at least insofar as I can see from the outside.

    Last year my wife was in the hospital for six weeks – unconscious for four – and I was there every day, pretty much all day. There was never the slightest thought in my mind that I’d be anywhere else. I’d guess that Mrs. Lion feels the same way.

    Best wishes, Lion; I hope to hear cheerier thoughts soon, sexual or not.

    1. Thank you. I know you’re right.

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