An Apple A Day, Eh?

Thank you for all the get well wishes. I didn’t recover as soon as I’d expected. It took two trips to the doc and two rounds of antibiotics before I got better. And no, I didn’t cave in to my cravings, I’ve actually been eating apples daily for the past three weeks. Something else has cropped up so I’m going off to the doctor’s again later. Hmm…

Something’s Not Right

I dragged myself to the doctor’s office yesterday after a sleepless, breathless, wheezing, cough-filled night. My husband was diagnosed with bronchitis less than 2 week ago. He’s okay now but it seems that it’s my turn.

When I’m sick, I crave for all the things that’s bad for me – French fries, Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk, Oreo cheesecake, icy-cold drinks – and none of that chicken soup or porridge thing. Right now, I could use some Famous Amos chocolate chip and pecans cookies. I really don’t know why but I don’t think alone in this (craving junk food when unwell).

Posting will resume when I’m better. Or when I get my ice-cream. :o

(Apparently I also have a habit of drawing when I’m sick)

After the Rain

The landscape is saturated with the smell of warm, wet grass. It was raining an hour ago. I’m going for a quick run.

Quiet Please, Games in Progress

I am fully occupied with watching the Olympic games. Not surprisingly, last night I dreamt I was one half of a table tennis duo and the night before I was Nastia Liukin’s rival on uneven bars. I want to write more, but I’m very distracted by a handball match right now. Oh dear!

The Fragility of Life

Like all our other cats, we didn’t choose to have our Princess, she chose us.

She just appeared at my apartment door one day and slowly eased herself into the house. At first she only stayed for the food but then her stays grew longer and longer. She figured it’s more convenient to take a dump in our bathroom instead of going outside every evening. She also found out that for the small price of a lazy purr there are people willing to massage her royal body. After awhile, she stopped going outdoors and without realising it, we had unknowingly signed ourselves to a life of feline servitude.

And today, just as suddenly as she’d arrived, she left.

Rest in peace, dear friend.

Ouch Good Pain

One of my ex-colleagues pronounced the name of this bakery as “Auuw Bon Pain (as in painful and not pahn – the French word for bread)” and thought the words translated to “Ouch! Good Pain”. It was very cute and quickly became a running joke among us — every now and then someone would announce that he/she is “in the mood for a good pain”. :D

Today I’m in a lot of bad pain so good pain sounds like a great option. Well, in any case, it’s good to remember that this too shall pass.