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Sunday, October 15, 2006

+..A spoonful of honey..+

THE PAIN THAT COULD KILL

I was very sickly last Thursday, as i had double whammy illnesses, diorrhea and gastricitis. Both of which made me threw all my sahur food like those fire hoses thru the front exit and leaking pipe thru the back. Great combi huh!

That good Thursday morning, when I was having my fave tongkol pindang, a Johor delicacy with a pinch or two cili padi ( raw, and you break it to half for more flavour) and sambal ikan bilis...mom already warned all of us (inc. dad and Piko) to take a spoonful of honey before eating. As I was lazy to open the tight lid, i kept on eating...and gobbled all my sahur with a glass of frothy milk. Lazat! I continued my work til 615.

I reached the office by 720 and already printing all the necessary docs to present to my new Big Boss as the project will only be approved by him. By 745 he was in and we talked about it with great details (inc. some other topics that a bit off). He was his usually bubbly self, spilling his ideas on paper and continued talking and listening to my own input. Then, i was in excruciating pain...as if someone ripped my inner tummy lining off and brought it all up nearing the heart (or issit that bad?). I felt like dying...

I had to excuse myself as The New Big Boss already saw my face tightened and already felt like crying...

I ran down the ladies and you can guess the comic relief there...every intermittent minutes (about 5-7 mins?) i felt the pain jolting my veins and i had to crunch the tummy to make it less painful. But it didn't. So i wailed silently.

The doc nearby said it's angin (wind?). well its gastricitis which i rarely get. Especially in the month of Ramadhan. This must be the twang of that pindang, sambal and milk. A total No-No for sahur. I went home with extreme difficulty to steer Obit while holding on. I took all the drugs to lessen the pain but the effect only worked about half an hour later. There goes my fast...

I was probably in coma 3 hours later when i heard Dad's and Piko's voices. Dad was home at 1600? That early? I learnt that both Piko and Dad were having the same double whammy like i had too.

How about Mama, you asked?

Thanks to Allah. She was the only one who survive the catastrophy. She was the one who made herself busy that day preparing good iftar food for the sick family and ran around to make sure we had our meds and wore our socks and rub hot oil behind the knees.

How on earth she was spared then? I guess, with a spoonful of honey she took that morning, with a salawat and with the name of Allah...God forbade the two sickness on her. Imagine...only a spoonful of honey.

I called in sick again the day after just to make sure I didn't shat my undies. Well, i nearly shat in them while I was with the New Boss and while waiting agonisingly at the clinic...That night all of us had high fever. Great! Now that's what I called a Great Ramadhan sickness combo!

So, children, take only a spoonful of honey for a healthier you...
Ciou~@!

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