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ONE MONTH LATER
"Elijah Nicolas Castillo! I swear I will beat the shit out of you if you don't stop it," I groan, swatting his hand away from the cup of water I'm holding.
My lovely husband has been doing things for me since I got out of the hospital and came back home. At first it was nice but now I'm getting annoyed because he won't even let me do something as simple as opening and drinking from a water bottle without him holding the bottom portion of it so I don't drop it.
"Doctor's orders say you're not allowed to lift anything remotely heavy."
"A water bottle is light! You don't even let me pick up the pillows off the bed."
"Because you're supposed to be resting."
"I'm also not supposed to just be lying down all day, everyday," I roll my eyes. "I'm meant to move around too."
