At three o’clock in the morning I woke Mark up because my heel was hot (potential bed sore). I wanted him to move me but he didn’t understand what I was saying because of my garbled language. I repeated ‘heel’ several times but he thought I said my head, my hair or my hip. Finally I said my foot and that lead us closer to my heel. By the time he guessed my heel we both were pretty frustrated with each other and actually I was mad. In my mind Mark should have guessed my heel first because it usually is my heel but he isn’t a mind reader. After we both settled back into bed I couldn’t help but feel how wrong I was to get mad at him. It seems as though I am critical of Mark when he doesn’t deserve it. The poor guy does absolutely everything for me and the few times he screws up I get frustrated or critical. Shame on me.