Strong Tuesday
Then came my usual “quiet hour” in the bathroom. Yes, let’s be real here: I have chronic constipation and it’s part of my morning routine. I bring my laptop, catch up on a few emails, maybe draft a blog, respond to messages. Today, it was a WhatsApp from Mas Yusuf, assistant to Dr. Eko, an absolute gem of a human. Polite, responsive, full of initiative. He even gently suggested I check in with a urologist because my latest scan showed kidney stones. He also helped me with insurance forms. Excellent!
9am, Titipku team came over to hand-deliver their new healthy frozen food line. We ended up chatting longer than planned, sharing market insights, user behavior, product feedback, and little bits of life. I love when business doesn’t feel like business; just good people trying to build good things.
While waiting for my husband to wrap his call, I tried out the chicken katsu from Titipku in my beloved mini retro oven. It turned out perfectly golden and crispy! We had lunch just the two of us, side by side at the table like we always do when we can steal the moment.
At 1 PM, I hosted offline meeting, connecting Cleansheet and TwoSpaces founders, two partners that I care about. There’s potential collaboration ahead and I’m hopeful. I love when I get to be the bridge for things that make sense together. It gives me joy to watch people and ideas meet and click.
Right after that, the Cleansheet rangers arrived at 3 PM and got straight to work. In just 2 hours, they made every corner of my place sparkle: kitchen, bathroom, bedrooms, even the terrace. All without hassle.
By 5 PM, we had an early dinner—just the three of us. It felt calm and grounding. But there was more ahead: we had to head back to the hospital for two specialist consultations. The past few days have been full of health checkups, scans, and questions. So we ate, packed paperwork, and headed out again.
At 6 PM sharp, we arrived at the hospital. The consultations were serious but thankfully clear. The verdict? Kidney stone removal on Tuesday. Appendicitis surgery on Wednesday. A bit much? Definitely. But I’m also grateful things are getting taken care of. We submitted the pre-admission forms to the insurance and crossed our fingers.
We came home exhausted, but not too tired for a little Netflix time. We watched Dead Poet Society. Carpe diem, right? Seize the day. Suck the marrow out of life, even when it includes constipation, deadlines, and back-to-back hospital visits.