🦷 30 October 2023 Tooth Extraction / Blessed Rest
The day started early.
5 a.m. new time (bloody time change…)
It was my turn to wake up with Hugi (again..), as Natalia worked until 2:30 in the night.
I made Hugi trademark omlette, we played a little, and then proceeded to make breakfast for Natalia.
I knew she won’t be able to eat much after surgery, plus I wanted to do something nice for her, so I put in the extra effort.
Another omlette + fruit salad.
Buono.
She was ecstatic about our act-of-love.
And Hugi was so proud of himself for helping in preparations.
We ate in bed and Hugi mesmerized us with a huge kindness show.
He treated Nati like a princess, bringing her additional pillows for comfort, and toys as gifts.
Chivalrous Baboon.
We arrived in Gdańsk around 10.
Nati got administered into the hospital, and we went out to create some adventures.
Google Maps treasure hunt, healthy dose of acrobatics, mate + yogurt in front of Carrefour Express, couple big swings on the playground, unexpected poo (it came out of nowhere), and Natalia called to pick her up.
8 min jog with Pandaboy on my shoulders (exhausting + sweaty) and we’re at the spot.
The surgery went smoothly.
Opposite of our way home.
Everybody depleted, moods were not exactly jolly.
But we survived.
Back home, after a brief 45 minutes of improv (this time about the animals of Galapagos x Paw Patrol x Octonouts) the lil’ one fell asleep.
Another relaxing news:
my dad’s coming over in less than 1,5 hour
and the house looks like shrotti.
Instead of lying down belly up, as I imagined to spend this nap time,
it’s broom o clock.
So much of me-time.
Dad came around 3pm.
At this point my social battery was at -10%.
At first, I felt bad about myself for barely interacting, including skipping the dog-walk (everybody else, including post-surgery Nati, joined).
I just could not.
I’ve spent the next hour doing close to nothing.
I shaved, ate some gyros (the first “meal” in 8 days I could eat at my own pace, alone), fully enjoyed my time.
I so needed it.
After my dad left,
I was still super tired.
I’ve given all of my life force away this week, now it caught up on me.
All I could do was lie on the couch.
Stranded somewhere between wakefulness, floating, and sleep I tried to survive the rest of the day.
I achieved zero things that afternoon.
No writing, no work, I couldn’t even muster up the power to help poor Nati & her aching face.
The only thing that made me feel alive were surprise kisses form Hugo.
Mi amore.
Right before sleep, as it often happens on days where everybody is tired, an argument broke out.
Couple swear words,
some classic guilt journeys,
time to sleep.
I knocked it off alongside Hugi, shortly after 8 pm.
Rest.
God-blessed Rest.
