The Triathlete returned home to NWTN yesterday evening, a little earlier than we had anticipated. All tests, all indicators, all reports from the doctor put her in great shape. She has some resting to do, and the hardest part for her will be the taking it easy part, but we will take that; the main thing is that she isn’t sick. She just has to finish her “laying in."
Being a husband in the case of a thoroughly and intimately feminine surgery like this one, albeit minimally invasive for the sake of her recovery, puts me in a strange position. Women tend to retreat into a space that doesn’t exactly shut men out on purpose, but they do make for themselves a space where the man seems . . . superfluous. I do what I can, getting drinks and fetching blankets and what-not.
And she settles into something like a cocoon, waiting for the strength to come back.
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