From Porcelain Throne to Super VIP Room

Woke up at 4:45 AM and couldn’t get back to sleep because, well… the mules were kicking. Ended up spending quality time on my porcelain throne (as one does) until my youngest left for school with Daddy as the driver. Then it was time to teach my mom how to use my kitchen gadgets: the dishwasher, Coway water filter, electric kettle, electric egg boiler, sinkgard food waste disposer, digital slow cooker & steamer, electric lighter, multifunction rice cooker, and of course my beloved mini retro oven air fryer.

After fixing her breakfast, I went for another “meditation” session in the toilet because the earlier one was unfinished business. Wrapped up just as my husband got back, and then had breakfast with Mom. But nope, round two wasn’t enough. Chili and fried snacks from yesterday decided to remind me why I’m supposed to be having my appendix removed soon. Still, can you blame me? They were delicious :p

By the third round, I was finally done. Told my daughter to cook with my mom because my husband had to rush off to a meeting with his lawyer. Thankfully, we all managed to have early lunch together: spinach soup, bandeng presto, and leftover noodle omelet. All tasty. No cooking from me today. It’s my daughter’s Monday kitchen duty, plus my mother-in-law’s orders for me to rest before surgery to avoid bleeding.

After cleaning up, we each went our separate ways. Mom on Duolingo, my eldest gaming, me showering, shampooing, and packing for the hospital. After shower, hubby texted that he was on his way home, one hour ETA. Told my daughter to cook again, and she whipped up grilled salmon with steak seasoning, just sprinkle and into the oven. Mom cooked capcay I’d bought earlier. They finished right as my husband walked in. Delicious early dinner was served.

After dinner, it was hospital check-in time. That’s when I met Mas Yusuf, a gem of a human being. The kind of staff who serves from the heart, the sort of person a hospital should guard like a crown jewel. He explained my insurance coverage (basically everything, praise God) and got me a free upgrade to the Super VIP Room. Yay!

And when I entered my room... wow. The room was huge, with a separate guest room so I can rest without being disturbed. Five-star hotel vibes, plenty of storage, tidy, and super comfortable. Even the patient meals looked and tasted great. My hubby also gets three meals, drinks, and snacks worth up to 500k IDR per day. Awesome!

It’s not just Mas Yusuf, but every single staff member so far has been warm, kind, and helpful. From doctors to nurses to pharmacy to cashier to cleaning crew, everyone has been great. The doctor visited that same evening, the nurse and pharmacy team checked on me, and I got my IV line in with no drama.

While being hooked up to the IV, I even joined my writing class with Okki via Zoom (yes, I’m that student). My insurance agent Claudia also kept checking in, making sure the process was smooth and reminding me to reach out if I needed help. I thank God for always connecting me with good people <3

Since I’m having two procedures over two days, visits would only be allowed on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, and only for close friends. I’ve always wondered how some people in hospital still have the energy to entertain visitors every day. Meanwhile, I told my own family that they can come to pray and be here for the process, but please don’t make me talk much, lol. The perk of a Super VIP room? I can rest in peace even if there are guests next door.

So here I am, checked in, IV drip humming, mind calm, body ready. If you’ve read this far, you’re probably a keeper in my life. Which means you can send me your prayers, memes, or maybe both. Because tomorrow is another step forward. And if there’s anything I’ve learned today, it’s that you can start the morning on the porcelain throne and still end it feeling like royalty. Life is all about how you… sit with it.

Love,

Nuniek

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