Getting up, drinking my morning coffee, reading my feeds (yes, it contains a lot of cat gifs) and listening to The Cat complaining about how she had a terrible night. She actually spent it with sleeping on her electric heating pillow under her 100% woolen blanket, without waking up even one single time, but from the complaining and moaning she does every morning you would think she fought dragons all night long to save the ungrateful world.
7 am: Early morning commute. The hate-part of the day.
8 am – 1 pm:
Staring at the screen of the anaesthetic machine and trying to keep up with all the new information.
Also, for obvious reasons I can’t offer you a photo of neither the OR nor the hospital, so here is the basement where we change. Hungarian Health Care System in all its glory.
Having lunch in the park. It’s not quite the right weather for it yet but I was craving the sun so much that even the cold wind couldn’t hold me back.
Crossing the city.
…and receiving physiotherapy treatment for my back.
On my way to the library.
5 – 7 pm:
Having coffee with my friend Ancsangyalka at the cafeteria of the library. Usually it’s only one coffee and a lot of studying, but lately we are both very tired, stressed out and somewhat frustrated, so we discussed our favourite topic, the folly of the human race, very thoroughly this time (instead of studying, obviously).
7 – 9 pm:
Checking out the Budapest Fish Festival.
On my way home. So much nicer than in the morning, isn’t it?
Evening routine: showering, drinking bone broth, checking mails and offering emotional support to The Cat after her terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, which involved sleeping, sleeping, eating and some more sleeping. Hard is a cat’s life, y’all.