Not A Good One...

I received a mystery glass jug wrapped nicely with green ribbon and flower on Monday. When I came in, it sat there on my desk, no card, nothing. The name on the box says ‘Happy Weekend’, which is ironic. Mine wasn’t so.

I spent the weekend at home, vomiting in between sleeping. I didn’t have the energy or will to go out though on normal days I couldn’t wait to get out of the house. My head ached so badly and there was nothing I could do to relieve the pain.

Amir wasn’t feeling up to mark either. Between the two of us, we had more than 24 hours of sleeping that weekend. Dewi seemed put off by this, mostly because we slept there in front of the TV in the living room. It was easier that way, you know, in order to get anything from the kitchen.

I wasn’t being myself lately and that’s pretty scary. Not just because of the baby I'm carrying, I feel it’s larger than that, but I seriously don’t know what. I’ve had nightmares that left my heart pounding long after I woke up.

Amir complains of numbness and pain in his arms. He groans every time he tried to turn in bed. I could see he was in a lot of pain. We will see a doctor somewhere this week. Hope it’s nothing serious. I know he’s working hard in order for us to have a good life and it’s my whining that halts our progress each time. That has put a toll on his health, I think.

I pray whatever is happening now will pass. And I am very sure it will because as a good friend of mine said (and she truly believes this) that ‘Hidup bagai roda’. All of us are entitled for good things in life. Things always get better. Kan MG?

By the way, after much queries, I know who gave me the glass jug. It wasn’t a mystery after all.