Inner Peace

BD came to straighten things. she kneaded my knots away. the last few sessions were nothing like what i used to. they used to be enjoyable and relaxing but nowadays, they lean more towards excrutiating! i could still feel the bumps on my legs and arms. coupled with a nasal block and inflamed tonsils, the discomfort heightened. i’m surviving on painkillers. the head feels like exploding everytime i cough. the throat itches like mad. i swear, at times, i could taste a tinge of sweet blood mixed with saliva.

“makan ubat… jangan jadi perhiasan pulak”

LOL! well-said, indeed. i hate taking medicine. not only they leave an awful aftertaste, they make me extremely nauseous. plus, i hate lying in bed all day cooped up at home. i can literally feel the whole body shutting down. someone said, it might actually stem from a manifestation of my emotional well-being. sick mind, sick body. bobal macam doktor… 

before BU flew back to sydney, we hugged and her parting words to me were to take it easy. i don’t know how she does it but she’s always spot on.

D, my sweet man, being his usual overprotective self is constantly my Mr Fix-It. he’s always the first to jump in front of me in the face of danger. he shields me from every little thing that carries potential hazard. one time, i asked if his day was good and wished it was better than mine. his simple reply blew me away. my ibu was right all along. she said, marry the person that loves you, not the one that you love. i dont know if it makes any sense to anyone but after 15 years in a long term relationship, i finally understood what she meant.  

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite. – Kahlil Gibran