Thanks to all of you for your Raya greetings to me through emails, phone calls and texts, and here's me wishing all of you a Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri too.
I'm not sure about others, but here in Malaysia, we always say maaf zahir & batin (which means seeking for forgiveness) whenever we wish another during Raya. Therefore I'd also like to say maaf zahir & batin to all of you had I hurt you guys in any way, whether it's through my writings here, or even in person. And in return to those of you who've directly or indirectly stabbed me in the back, gossiped about me, cheated, lied, fitnah, cursed or even hate me I forgive you too. Yea because Debbie, Arin, Sabrina or whatever I am to you, have no time to allow hatred nor grudges to nest in my heart. So again, as we Malaysians say, it's 0 - 0.
Well I had a Ramadan scare about 3 days before Raya. My husband had to be admitted to the medical centre with very high blood pressure - 200/120. The Cardiologist did an ECG and found that there was an inconsistency to it, where he suspected it to be a minor heart attack. I was literally shivering with fear because this is the man whom I love most in the entire universe, and he is my life.
But Alhamdulillah, an immediate blood test result came back negative and the doctor confirmed that it wasn't his heart and all subsequent tests and scans came back good. Hubby was discharged from the medical centre on the morning of Hari Raya and was able to be home with us on Sunday. That's all that mattered to be honest. I almost cancelled our Raya dinner with the family, had he not been discharged on that day.
So ironically, instead of having our regular 1st day of Raya dinner with just my immediate family, we had a very much bigger crowd joining us because they wanted to come over and see my husband. It ended up being a wonderful Hari Raya. The more, the merrier. As long as my Hubs was fine with the crowd, I was good to go.
The only thing I cooked was the rendang, while the children and Daniel's girlfriend - yup, the 3 of them, took over the entire cooking for dinner. To be honest, because my mind was filled with so much worry about my husband, even my rendang didn't taste like rendang.
But again, Alhamdulillah and all praises to Allah that the love of my life is back home safe and sound. I'm baffled as to how his BP could have shot up so high with no signs of it at all, but I'm guessing it's because of all those years of rich food he consumes whenever he attends functions - which is too often! So, I've decided to come up with much healthier menus now, even if I have to wake up at 5am each day to cook for him. Anything for my old man, you know?
Peeps, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to reply to your messages and emails greetings individually. Hope you understand that those past few days had somewhat been a handful for me and taken a toll on my health too. I secretly went to the clinic today to have my BP taken (as I had the very familiar dull sensations at the back of my neck) and true enough, my reading was very close to what my husband's was - 190/112. The reason I secretly went, was because if Hubby knew what my reading was, I would have been forced to go to the Medical Centre as well. That is exactly what the doctor at the clinic pestered me to do straightaway. But no thank you.
And to all my aunts, cousins and even Mom if you're reading this, I'm ok now, so please no calling me tomorrow and burning my ears with lecturing me to go see the Specialist haha. I'm fine, I promise. Love you guys!
p/s: It's a good thing my Husband doesn't read my blog ;)
