I Need Sleep

I was already fast asleep in the car on the way back from dinner last night. I was that tired, having had to return to the hospital on Thursday after work. One of the patient became ill plus a new admission. I ended up sorting things out well past midnight. Rather than return to Gombak, I spent the evening at the apartment instead.

Hardly had much sleep, followed by a busy day at work, I was zoned out by the time I reached home last night.

Luckily Anita had planned dinner and got the driver to take us around as I was too tired to drive then. The next thing I remembered was waking up on the couch at 2 in the morning.

I then staggered bed into bed, and woke up refreshed in time to drive to work this morning. So, clinic was sorted out, and it was time now for lunch. A quick detour to Bangsar, then the apartment before joining the boys and Anita later during their swimming class. That was what Saturday going to be like. I hope.

No Water

The water shortage fever had finally hit us at Gombak. We ran out of water this afternoon prompting a call from Anita earning me about it. But it was too much of hassle turning round to have a shower at the apartment before returning home with the traffic jam and all.

And with the water shortage, we had to have dinner outside as well. Double hassle on a school night. That meant picking the boys up from their Quran class and drive out to get food. By the time dinner was done, it would be 9 already. And we would pray then that the water would be back so that I can have a shower.

Well, we were still out since the boys didn't touch their food at the restaurant earlier - the food was bad. We were now waiting for pizza, in the car waiting for the order. I was sure I would head straight to bed once I was done with the shower ....

Xmas Dinner

I was about to leave the hospital to get back to the apartment for a quick shower and microwave dinner when I found out that Anita and the boys would be out with my in-laws for dinner. The boys wanted Chinese, so we went to my Dad's favourite at Corus Hotel.

Anita had just arrived at the restaurant when I called her. And since I was already in the car, I decided to head to the hotel as well. Luckily the traffic wasn't too bad, although it was a crawl in front of Sunway Pyramid.

The hotel was packed with people having their Christmas dinner at the main cafe, full of singing and drinking. There were live bands playing, and people mingling about. The Chinese restaurant - Ming Palace - was a lot more sedate. And we were able to have the dinner in peace. The food was already served when I arrived, and being hungry from work, I went straight for the food. Much better than the microwave dinner I would have otherwise in store.

By the time I was done with dinner, I already had a couple of patients waiting for me at the hospital. I went straight in, and was back the apartment by midnight. Shower only came after that ....

Cough. Cough.

One would have thought that I would've packed it in after returning from Idlan's swimming session, I would have gone straight back home to rest. Well, not tonight. We decided to go to KLCC and ordered dinner there. Well, it was take home really. Even the boys were too tired to stay for long. But there was enough time for a quick drink while waiting for our orders.

Unfortunately, it tired off Idlan, and before long, he started to cough. It went on for a fee more minutes until he had his inhalers. It lingered on until we reached home. It looked like an early night for him.

It had been a while since he had an asthma attack. We should have given him a couple of puffs on ventolin before he had his swim. Careless on our part really. Now, he was a lot more settled, and hopefully he would feel better tomorrow morning.

Chawan Time

I think I would turn this into a ritual. From now on, upon returning home from trips abroad, I would have a meal at Chawan. It felt good when I did it earlier for dinner. It was helped with then fact that the admission were nice and slow. I was starving when I reached there after my first series of admission.

I ordered the usual - daging salai masak lemak. It went down very well indeed. I guessed the bland seafood of Atlanta finally took its toll. I really could do with Anita's cooking and now, some local favourite. And proper coffee as well! Not the usual Starbucks fare. We were talking Kopi Kampung type here.

That was it. It was now officially a ritual!