I’ve been thinking a lot about Lion’s surgery. I know he has too. One minute he wants the surgery. The next minute he doesn’t. He’s very worried that I won’t want to be with him afterwards. He did annoy me once when he was on narcotics. I knew it was the drug talking, but it still bothered me. Obviously I got over it. He is fairly demanding when he’s sick. Even when he just has a cold he wants me to be with him all the time. I won’t sugar coat it. It will be difficult after his surgery, but here’s the thing:

Two things, actually. I think I may have mentioned my parents before. They were both handicapped. My father was my mother’s legs and my mother was my father’s arms. They held each other up. I won’t say together they made a whole person because they each did very well on their own. My mother was often bed-ridden. My father did the laundry, cooked, cleaned, emptied bedpans, etc. He never once complained that he had to do it. He never once said he’d be better off with someone else. He never once said he couldn’t take it anymore. It was just what he did because my mother needed him to do it. Likewise, when he was sick or needed an extra hand, my mother was always right there. I’m sure she had no idea what part of the tractor she was holding for him so he could get a bolt loose. She just held it because he needed it held. It’s what you do when someone you know needs help.

The other thing that occurs to me is that I’m in charge. Sick or not, in pain or not, I can put a stop to Lion’s behavior by telling him he’s being a toddler. He’ll need my help so it would behoove him not to piss me off. Except, I don’t think he knows when he’s being a toddler. If he does, he may not be able to stop himself when he’s in pain or on drugs. I’ll need to be able to put my foot down. I’ll need 2.0 to be here. It won’t be from a punishment perspective. It will be from a self-preservation perspective. I’ll be helping Lion. 2.0 will be helping me.

We’re going to the doctor on Wednesday. At this point, we’re still in fact-finding mode. Lion needs to gather information from work and decide when surgery might fit in with his schedule. In the meantime, we’re looking into everything we need if he has the surgery. What will my schedule look like? Can I even leave him alone to go to work right after the surgery? What pillows/sleeping arrangements does he need? He’s been looking at the big picture and I follow up with the little details he hasn’t thought of. It’s no surprise we’re working together on this. It certainly affects both of us. I’m a little surprised Lion thinks I wouldn’t want to be with him in the face of adversity. It’s not like we didn’t make it through his long unemployment together. I’m a fairly tough broad. I can take it.

I’m so excited to see Lion tonight. Neither of us likes when the other is away. I doubt there will be any wild sex or play since I still have my annoying let’s-drag-this-misery-out cold and Lion is also sick. But we’ve pretty much decided we’re staying in all weekend and vegetating. Of course, by Saturday afternoon Lion will be stir crazy and need to get out of the house. It might be the perfect time for 2.0 to put her foot down and demand that we not go out unless there is a dire need for something.

Lion has not self-disclosed any infractions while he’s been away. I know he doesn’t necessarily feel horny when we’re not together so I don’t think he’s been touching my weenie inappropriately. Plus he’s been sick for the past few days. It’s a good thing I sent him off with cough drops and cold medicine just in case. He did react to the new paddle though. I’m sure the two will be intimately introduced sooner or later. However, I’ve decided that I’ll suspend the food spilling rule while he’s sick. Depending on how sick and helpless he is, I may suspend other rules too. Lion thinks it’s funny that women refer to men as their children. We also know that any illness a man has is at least ten times worse than any woman’s illness. Childbirth? Ha! Look at this hangnail. It’s a good thing I don’t mind tending to a Lion who’s on death’s door with a cold.

With any luck, Lion’s plane will be in around 10:30. We should be back home by midnight and snuggling shortly after that. Maybe we’ll both sleep better together even with our colds. Regardless, it will be good to have my pet home where he belongs.

I don’t want to waste your time with the state of my health, but since it affects our enforced chastity, I figured I should. I woke up on Tuesday with a sore eye. It felt like I might have scratched it on the pillow case while sleeping. It wasn’t alarming. As the day wore on, I got more and more uncomfortable. On my ride home from work I was so light sensitive I had to wear my sunglasses even though it was cloudy. When Mrs. Lion got home from work I asked her to see if one of the doctors in her office (she works for an eye practice) could see me. They had late hours so it was no problem. I had no idea why I was uncomfortable. As soon as I saw an optometrist I learned that I have an ulcer on my cornea. This is apparently caused by a bacterial infection. These ulcers leave a scar, so if it impinges on the area I need to see, it will hurt my vision. So far it is just to the side of that area. I returned to the office at 8am on Wednesday. It was inflamed which hinders healing. So now I am putting antibiotic and cortisone drops in my eye every two hours. This morning I am returning again to check for progress. My sensitivity has been drastically reduced. I’m hoping that things are getting better.

As you might imagine, I haven’t been thinking about much besides the ulcer and worrying it could prevent me from working. My drive to work is 30 miles each way. About half of the drive is on freeways. I’m hoping that by the time you read this, I am on my way to the office under my own power. I’m writing this late Wednesday afternoon. Since I am feeling better, I hope Mrs. Lion is also feeling good and we can have some fun. I won’t be very disappointed if we can’t. Sexual things have to take a back seat when facing such a serious issue. As Mrs. Lion mentioned in her post yesterday, I woke up in the middle of the night and when adjusting the Jail Bird, something didn’t feel right. The security screw had worked its way out; not all the way but very loose. I used my fingers to tighten it as well as I could. It’s stayed in place since then. This was the first time the security screw loosened on its own. I guess Mrs. Lion didn’t fully tighten it after my wonderful oral/vibrator orgasm on Sunday night.

My only concern when I found that the screw was loose was that I might lose it. I have absolutely no desire to “escape”. If you’re new to enforced chastity, that may seem odd.  It’s not. I’m typical of guys who have been caged for a while. I am chaste by consent. My sexual surrender is voluntary. I’m not interested in escape. I want Mrs. Lion to be firmly in charge. Because I support her control, doesn’t mean I can change my mind. I can’t. The security screw that locks my chastity device symbolizes that it doesn’t matter if I agree to be caged or not. I made an irrevocable agreement to be caged and transfer all control to my lioness. All that complaining about my frustration will get me is a painful spanking. In sickness or health, horny or not, I am caged. End of story. Wish me luck. I’m very worried about this eye problem.