Yesterday was an emotional night for me. But before I start, maybe I should explain this.
The past few weeks, I have had trouble eating. Nothing tastes right, nothing that the throat can accept, nothing smells right and I really mean nothing. BUT! when I feel like eating something, I can gobble it up like I've not been fed for years. Needless to say, I was too much to handle even for myself.
So last night, Mister being his caring and concern self, questioned me on what I want for dinner ( yay! No need to cook!). I've requested for cheese prata & some indian rojak. I know. Glutton me. So when he came home, I started gobbling up the indian rojak and next, the cheese prata. One bite of that cheese prata with curry, I swear I could hurl! I teared holding it back. It wasn't fun. So, I apologized to Mister and said that I could not finish it. And he compromised with,"Later you continue."
Just when I took my last dose of medication for the day, Mister reminded me to finish up my cheese prata. I told him that I will finish it tomorrow. His facial expression changed & I received a big lecture about eating for two now. Serves me right.
I mean, I am sorry to trouble him to get me the cheese prata for me but the taste just makes me sick. Saddened by the whole situation, I sat at the dining table for almost 45 minutes to finish it up. So you see, it was that emotional! I went back to our bedroom & Mister was already fast asleep. Knowing him, I just apologized & he instantly replied. Politely this time.
So we turned in but I was too sad that I cried myself to sleep. When morning came, I thought to myself, why was I so sad that I have to cry that badly? A friend of mine once said that it is due to the hormones. Seriously? Sigh. I hope, there is no more of this feeling.
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