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How can two days plus one evening go by so fast? It's unjust, that's what it is.
All things considered it was a good weekend, though.
Saturday was unseasonably hot, and I didn't feel too well when I got up -- mainly because ze critters woke me up after less than six hours of sleep -- and so I decided to do the Bad Thing for once and not go to the gym.
Stayed home, had coffee and chat with Slavica (as almost every weekend she had to look after Alexandra's two cats), then decided to do the Even Worse Thing, had breakfast and crawled back into bed.
Considering that in the early afternoon I went to visit Gerald-cum-family for barbecue, having a substantial breakfast wasn't such a bad idea. Two boiled eggs and two slices of whole-grain bread with cheese were still sufficiently present at 1.30 pm to form a solid foundation for the following alcohol intake, especially since we didn't start eating before 4.
Gerald made shashlik in a fantastic marinade, and we had salad and chips, and Maya (Gerald's daughter, now eight months old and too cute to be true) let me hold her and play with her and didn't even cry. Kati, Gerald's wife, took photos, so I hope I'll be posting picspam soon.
Kati still can't drink alcohol because she's breast-feeding. Gerald, OTOH, can drink, and so can I. We were slightly bemused when, around 8, we discovered that we'd emptied a whole bottle of vodka between the two of us. Add to that the four beers I had, and you may be surprised that I wasn't blindingly drunk when I got home -- then again, lots of food and a total of about eight hours go some way towards explaining that -- but you certainly won't be surprised at how shitty I was feeling all of yesterday.
It wasn't a traditional hangover, due to the blessed absence of a headache, but I was feeling mildly nauseous and more than a little shaky.
I played tennis (the full two hours! I'm a hero!!) all the same, because I hate to let Elena down at the last minute, and because I knew it would make me feel better. The first 45 minutes were pure torture, but after that I felt much better.
The rest of the cool and blustery day was spent at home eating soup, cuddling critters and watching documentaries on tv.
In the evening I called my mother to see how she was doing; the source of the constant pain in her legs has finally been located: after the spine surgery she had a few years ago, the scar tissue has been growing abnormally and is now putting pressure on the nerves. This can be more or less easily remedied by injecting some kind of softener (for lack of a correct expression) right into the scar tissue, and the intervention had been planned for May 25. In the meantime the doctor also prescribed new pain meds, and I wanted to ask her whether they were better than the last ones, which she stopped taking because of the unpleasant side effects.
Imagine my surprise when she told me she was at the hospital -- at first I thought the doctor had had a cancellation and given her an earlier appointment. No such good news, though. She was -- and will be for the next three or four days -- at the hospital, because she had intestinal occlusion. Again. Fortunately this time they didn't need to do surgery but managed to open the blockage by giving strong laxatives; she has to stay a few more days, though, because if the blockage is removed non-surgically, there's always a risk it might happen again.
*sighs*
If things continue this way, I guess she won't be around much longer.
Well, at least she made it without surgery this time, and her life ought to improve a lot once the scar tissue thing is done.
All things considered it was a good weekend, though.
Saturday was unseasonably hot, and I didn't feel too well when I got up -- mainly because ze critters woke me up after less than six hours of sleep -- and so I decided to do the Bad Thing for once and not go to the gym.
Stayed home, had coffee and chat with Slavica (as almost every weekend she had to look after Alexandra's two cats), then decided to do the Even Worse Thing, had breakfast and crawled back into bed.
Considering that in the early afternoon I went to visit Gerald-cum-family for barbecue, having a substantial breakfast wasn't such a bad idea. Two boiled eggs and two slices of whole-grain bread with cheese were still sufficiently present at 1.30 pm to form a solid foundation for the following alcohol intake, especially since we didn't start eating before 4.
Gerald made shashlik in a fantastic marinade, and we had salad and chips, and Maya (Gerald's daughter, now eight months old and too cute to be true) let me hold her and play with her and didn't even cry. Kati, Gerald's wife, took photos, so I hope I'll be posting picspam soon.
Kati still can't drink alcohol because she's breast-feeding. Gerald, OTOH, can drink, and so can I. We were slightly bemused when, around 8, we discovered that we'd emptied a whole bottle of vodka between the two of us. Add to that the four beers I had, and you may be surprised that I wasn't blindingly drunk when I got home -- then again, lots of food and a total of about eight hours go some way towards explaining that -- but you certainly won't be surprised at how shitty I was feeling all of yesterday.
It wasn't a traditional hangover, due to the blessed absence of a headache, but I was feeling mildly nauseous and more than a little shaky.
I played tennis (the full two hours! I'm a hero!!) all the same, because I hate to let Elena down at the last minute, and because I knew it would make me feel better. The first 45 minutes were pure torture, but after that I felt much better.
The rest of the cool and blustery day was spent at home eating soup, cuddling critters and watching documentaries on tv.
In the evening I called my mother to see how she was doing; the source of the constant pain in her legs has finally been located: after the spine surgery she had a few years ago, the scar tissue has been growing abnormally and is now putting pressure on the nerves. This can be more or less easily remedied by injecting some kind of softener (for lack of a correct expression) right into the scar tissue, and the intervention had been planned for May 25. In the meantime the doctor also prescribed new pain meds, and I wanted to ask her whether they were better than the last ones, which she stopped taking because of the unpleasant side effects.
Imagine my surprise when she told me she was at the hospital -- at first I thought the doctor had had a cancellation and given her an earlier appointment. No such good news, though. She was -- and will be for the next three or four days -- at the hospital, because she had intestinal occlusion. Again. Fortunately this time they didn't need to do surgery but managed to open the blockage by giving strong laxatives; she has to stay a few more days, though, because if the blockage is removed non-surgically, there's always a risk it might happen again.
*sighs*
If things continue this way, I guess she won't be around much longer.
Well, at least she made it without surgery this time, and her life ought to improve a lot once the scar tissue thing is done.
