As you know, he had 4 wisdom teeth removed on Tuesday and also had to endure the brunt end of my wit, which is the price one pays for being married to me. Then again, if he wanted nurturing he could have married a nurse instead of a comedian. But you'll be happy to know I took very good care of him the rest of the day.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was another matter entirely because I was laid low by a nasty flu that didn't let me get out of bed. It was also L's birthday and we had plans to take her pony riding. Poor Ralf, who was supposed to stay off his feet and recover from fairly invasive dental surgery, had to take both girls out on the pony trail while I shivered and hallucinated in the car. Back at home everyone else had cake and presents while I shivered and hallucinated on the sofa, a sickly grey eminance.
Ralf wasn't doing much better but at least was able to sip some tea and gum a piece of cake.
Fortunately Ralf's parents were there and took over the festivities so the girls had a good time despite zombie parents.
Today I'm still not 100% but much better than yesterday. When I'm well again I think I owe Ralf a nice dinner.
And maybe some exotic dancing...