It was a weekly day out of me and my eldest daughter. The sky was already looking grumpy with clouds, so we decided not to take any chances. We asked my husband to drive us to our favorite little sanctuary: the cat café.
Cat cafés are like therapy without the couch. The moment we walked in, the outside world started to fade. One especially fluffy ginger cat climbed onto my lap and made itself right at home. It curled up and dozed off as if we’d been friends forever.
The cats milled around waiting for their 1:30 PM meal. The café came alive with movement, purring, and pawsteps. So many cats, so much curiosity. But once their bowls were filled, the room turned quiet. They nibbled, settled, and slowly drifted off into nap mode.
Outside, the storm rolled in. Wind howling as if to remind us we were lucky to be safe and warm inside. We sat by the large windows, sipping tea and coffee, nibbling cookies, donuts, and fried cassava. Raindrops raced each other down the glass, and time seemed to slow down with them.
At 3 PM we headed home, but the journey wasn’t easy. Trees, big ones and small, had fallen across the road. Branches were scattered everywhere, traffic tangled. What should have been a five-minute ride turned into a chaotic half-hour crawl. But we made it home, thankfully safe.
Once we got in, my daughter whipped up an early dinner: chicken nuggets and fried mushrooms. Simple, but made with love. Perfect comfort food after a wet, cold afternoon. We ate together, cleaned up quickly, and then it was time to head back out.
This time, to the hospital. I had a 6 PM appointment with Dr. Eko, a digestive surgery specialist. My recent abdominal ultrasound raised suspicion of appendicitis, so the doctor asked for a CT scan to be sure. I got it done that same evening.
Just as I walked through the front door again, the results came in. I forwarded them to the doctor via WhatsApp (he had kindly given me his number earlier). His reply: “Your appendix is not in a severe condition. Let’s try medication for a week first. If it doesn’t get better, we’ll consider surgery.”
Not ideal, but not alarming. At least now there’s a plan. A little bit of clarity in the middle of everything. I’ll pick up the meds tomorrow and monitor things closely. This week is packed anyway. Next week sounds like a better time to be unwell, if needed. 😅
But no, the day didn’t end there. I opened my laptop, pulled up spreadsheets and dashboards, and dove into property listings again, with a bit of improving this and that. Gotta keep the gears turning. Gotta keep the coins rolling. 💻💰
And that, my friend, was my Monday.
If your Monday felt weird or slow or unexpectedly messy, maybe that’s okay. Not every week begins with a bang. Sometimes, it starts with a sleepy cat on your lap and ends with an unanswered diagnosis. But also a feeling that you’re doing the best you can, exactly where you are.
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With warmth,
Nuniek
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