7:01 AM
She’s awake. Technically. She’s also making direct eye contact with the ceiling while whispering “nope” over and over.
Strong start.
7:38 AM
She said “I’ll get up in five minutes.” That was two pain naps ago.
I support it.
8:03 AM
She opened her pill organizer like it personally insulted her.
Tension is high.
Med schedule is stricter than a boarding school nun.
8:30 AM
Someone texted “how are you feeling?”
She stared at it for six whole minutes, sighed, and put her phone face down like it was possessed.
Mood.
9:22 AM
We just had toast.
She called it a “meal.”
It was 1.5 slices. I got half the crust. Bestie, we’re THRIVING.
10:49 AM
She’s crying but trying to make it silent and casual.
I laid on her feet. If she needs to get up, she’ll have to drag me with her. Emotional support: activated.
1:00 PM
She said, “I think I have the energy to clean something,” then picked up one sock and immediately gave up.
Honestly iconic.
2:20 PM
Couch nap #2. I’ve assigned myself to guarding her left thigh.
It’s the bravest part of the body, according to me.
3:04 PM
Her pain is up. I can tell by how still she’s being. Not calm-still… white-knuckle, breath-counting still.
I pressed my face against her shin and pretended I just love being near bones.
4:10 PM
Someone sent a meme that made her laugh through tears.
It was about a frog.
The frog is now family.
5:45 PM
She took another pill and whispered “please work.”
I kissed her arm. I believe in science. But also in snout-to-skin healing.
6:37 PM
Dinner was three bites and a quiet apology to no one in particular.
I ate a sock.
8:00 PM
She curled up under the blanket like a burrito of exhaustion and whispered “I’m so tired of this.”
I curled up next to her like the little tortilla chip I am.
9:12 PM
Final meds. Final sigh. Final reposition of ice packs.
She’s fading out.
I’m still on duty.
She did her best.
I stayed close.
We’ll try again tomorrow.
– Mojo 🐾
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