I woke up half an hour late for my teleconference call which was scheduled at 8am, making the husband feel bad about it.
(This is another exciting project I am currently working on and will share in due time)
My director gave in to me, telling everyone that I was in my third trimester!
Oh my.. what would I do without her.
Lucky all went smoothly despite the slightly hoarse voice and moment of noneng-ness!
After that it was work all the way, despite I wanted to go to the office.
Emails just came in non-stop. It was bad enough that flu kicked in pretty badly the night before.
By noon, my body was too exhausted.
I told the husband that I needed to rest for a while on the sofa. The back is aching, not from the pregnancy but from the flu.
Half an hour later, I woke up with bad asthma. I did not believe it because I had my ventolin tabs in morning.
The husband got very panicked.
I went upstairs to kick in my Steretide.
Not working.
Took out my ventolin and puffed it once.
Gosh, it is really a trying third semester!
Husband rushed me to East Shore Hospital. I will still call it East Shore.
(Anyway, did you know that prior to East Shore, they were known as American Hospital? That was where my Lil' Sister was born)
By that time, I was high on meds. My body was wobbly but it was something that will ease off after 30 to 45 mins.
In the end, the doc did not give any meds.
She said lungs was clear but suggested that I see the breathing specialist again. She was surprised why I did not continue my treatment with C.T Yeo. Maybe he is indeed good but I gave her a flat voice that I was charged $700 for my first visit.
She looked stunned.
Anyway, I have made a booking with Dr Mariko Koh in SGH.
My godsister who happens to be a nurse in the respitory ward highly recommended her.
It is better to know nurses than doctors really. You can tell their principles (for good nurses) are much better than those money-making doctors!
I promised the husband I will rest after that if he promised we went out for dinner because I made plans.
It took a lot of convincing I swear!
Alhamdulillah he gave in - after 35476348 'please'-s and on grounds that I need not walk much.
It was dinner at Carousel that night.
Something which the husband preferred. Personally I love Straits Kitchen which the husband already brought me on my birthday.
Still, we agreed that dinner was sucky at Carousel that night.
It was a Spanish theme.
The kind of food we Asians cannot appreciate. The Japanese dressed up not so perfectly to do their spanish dances.
The Filipinos dressed up in those cocky Spanish outfits and going around the tables taking pictures and asking them how was the food.
Truly, apart from the cold dish and dessert, the rest were pretty waste of money to be paying for buffet.
Nonetheless, the husband enjoyed quiet moments with his wife and despite me apologising to him about the food, he said something that just shuts me up there and then.
"You are my birthday present because I am no longer a lonely man."
Please tell me how not to tear like that!!!
But it stopped there when I saw him eating too many oysters!
I asked him,"Will I get into trouble tonight?"
*lol*
But he is really kinder than that.
To my dearest husband,
Happy Birthday.
May you be blessed with all the happiness you deserved, all the richness you worked hard for, all the love from the people around you and the family we are building. I pray that He is always kinder to you than you have always been to me.
More importantly, I pray you are given with all the berkah in life to keep going.
11 months and I still feel blessed to have you in my life.
I will never stop waking up everyday reaching out for you, touching you and thanking Him in my heart that I have another day with you.
May we have long lives together, holding hands (maybe squeezing them harder to balance each other), enjoying all the hugs and cuddles and kisses and still seeing through the days together as husband and wife.
I love you, with all my heart.
xoxo
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