As it happens, on day one (Wednesday), my wife was very sore from the gym and asked me if I could survive the first day. I figured sure – if I can’t make it one day, what’s the point?
Then she woke up in the middle of the night with a nasty stomach virus.
Needless to say, she wasn’t in the mood and I didn’t want what she had, either. So nothing there until she was feeling better on Friday night. Not the worst things could have been by any stretch, but I wasn’t expecting to face the trial right out of the gate, either. So be it, not a big deal.
Unfortunately, my wife’s PCOS is kicking up again. She hasn’t had a period in some time now, and along with that, her sex drive is dropping off to near nothing again. Thankfully, she’s been really great about it and letting me have what I need anyway since she got over the illness. But that’s another issue to deal with, and one reason we’re also targeting diet and exercise as part of our Lent this year.
Then tonight I came down with what she had anyway. I think I caught it from our son. He got it on Saturday and now I’ve got it. Seems to imply a two day incubation period. And anybody who has small children will tell you that they’re nasty and they spread germs like you wouldn’t believe. Tonight is proving to be very difficult, as the discomfort and urges are coming on top of feeling totally awful. And I haven’t even asked my wife for anything. I’m sure she’d find the idea revolting with me being this sick.
A quick note, however, to all the women out there who poke fun of male sexuality, think it’s funny to sexually tease men, just plain think it’s wrong how much men want sex, or preach the horrid evil of masturbation: you have obviously never experienced the testicular pain that can accompany pure abstention. I don’t know what percentage of men would experience it, much less those who would get it after a mere three days, but I’m certain I’m not the only one. Let me assure you that it is real, and that if I weren’t married or at least sexually active, I wouldn’t even be trying this.
I guess it’s obvious by now that my calling in life is NOT to be a priest.
