Lion is Laid Up Again

Lion took a Viagra after dinner. We waited about an hour and then gave it a try. Nope. No good. He didn’t get hard. I guess Viagra isn’t the answer. I wonder if there’s such a thing as a larger dose. I’m trying to avoid the injection. Why? Chances are, with Lion’s limited vision, I’ll wind up being on the giving end of the needle. Not a fan.

You may think I’ve been lying this whole time. “See? I knew she wouldn’t do anything for him.” That is one hundred percent true. I learned a long time ago specifically not to say I’d do anything for him. Before Lion, I had no idea the things people do to each other. If I committed to do anything, who knows what he’d come up with. I’m not even saying I won’t do it. I’d just rather avoid doing it if at all possible.

After our failed attempt at sex, Lion’s stomach started acting up again. He spent a lot of the evening and night running for the bathroom. He’s been in bed most of the day. I’ve suspended his coffee pot rule. Actually, I’ll suspend all rules. I know he feels horrible. I won’t hold it against him if he spills something or interrupts me. I just want him to feel better.

When he does feel better, I need him to contact his doctor about this weird sickness. It’s happening too frequently to be ignored.