I’ve never had such trouble sleeping as I had last night.
I hit the sack at 11. Pretty early, eh? What a sad life of a loser I lead, huhu. Eid came knocking on the door, bearing super pedas rojak buah. I was intrigued. Patutlaa I heard the blender earlier. Poked around, found something that tasted like sengkuang. Double heran. Mana minah ni dapat sengkuang di bumi where sebatang serai/lemongrass cost 78RM? I paused my chewing and concentrated on my gustatory senses. Ohhh, apple. Habess creative lah. Thank God she didn’t throw in grapes and peach skali. I wonder how those would taste like in belacan-laden kuah rojak.
I stopped my codeine last Friday. Felt fine, less than 5 times coughing per day. Dude, I was on the road to recovery. But the rojak buah did the trick. I went to sleep with the sensation of fireants trampling my laryngeal mucosa. Woke up at 12.30 cause my ear was throbbing and itching so much I thought roaches were crawling in there. Grasped around for my metal ear digger in the dark and I dug my ear while halfway dreaming of Chelsea’s loss to Man U.
At 2 I woke up again, ear digger in hand. Better there than stuck erect in my tympanium. My throat was on fire, my cough was reverberating in the whole apartment. I threw away the comforter and felt my way to the kitchen. One tablespoon of codeine and hoped it would do the trick. No such luck.
I laid awake in the dark, coughing which sounded more like barking, and it didn’t seem it would stop any time soon. I ran out of alternatives; the Glycodeine was my second bottle of ubat batuk for the last two weeks. I could be an ubat batuk addict already by the rate I’m consuming it. Nona Roguy came into mind and I lathered a generous amount on my neck. It reeked of.. of whatever it was used to make the concoction, and the neck of my white t-shirt turned yellow from the oil.
I selawated a bit… and it was gone. The coughing was gone.
If I haven’t gotten around telling You this, I love You loads, God.
All the coughing and feeling sick didn’t hinder me from enjoying Ramadhan ( I don’t know if it’s appropriate such word associated with the holy month?). Huggling Ramadhan 🙂
But I think I miss home. For the first time in more than half a decade of living abroad, I’ve finally grasped the concept of being homesick. Michael Buble’s ‘I Wanna Go Home’ is on repeat on my Media Player. I have heaps of photos tacked-it on my wardrobe. And yeah, we still have conversations that start with ‘Kat Mesia…’ everytime post-iftar. Sangat sedih.
An epiphany in the form of Dyg Tinggi and Debo anak Sian. Lessee if you ingat these two, Nodee 😀
With a mighty hebat Schlumberger engineer cum driller, Hezne.
Second boss in-command with his new hobby, gardening, while mak shakes her head.
Harimau Kumbang of Raja Rimba. Look at the eyebrows and you’ll know what I mean.
Lapar nar juak kitak, Lek?
How’s that for an update? 🙂 I wish you all the best in observing Ramadhan to the fullest.