In sickness and in health..

This ramadhan, got warded in the hospital for 4 days due to drug allergy.. (Had a few friends making jokes about me being a 'junkie'... *_*) Verryyy funny...

And as usual, Mr. Bitx came to the rescue! ;) Stayed with me in the hospital during fasting month.. Making trips to and from Johor. I feel so blessed having him as my soul mate and companion for life and the afterlife. Weird thing is that most of my fondest memories took place in hospitals.

Like the time I went for my nephrology appointment in early 2007, i cried buckets when the doctor said getting pregnant will be quite complicated for me, which requires extra monitoring and low % of success rate. I've been diagnosed with IGA Nephropathy since 2005 after a biopsy was done on my kidney. Put on extra weight due to the medications that i was required to take.. Mood swings.. And the last thing I wanted to hear was a specialist telling me I may not be able to get pregnant.. So i did the unimaginable.. I called Mr. Bitx, and told him that I won't blame him if he decides not to be with me anymore. Told him exactly what the doctor said, and gave him the freedom to leave me and be free from all the burden. Instead, he consoled me.. He said what the doctor said won't change his feelings towards me and that we can always pray and hope for the best. He mentioned about all the miracles and hikmah that some families go through.. and it did lift up my spirit.. "If it's meant to be, it's meant to be sayang.."

Then there was the time when I was warded *again* for high fever during ramadhan in 2007... The medications I took suppresses my immune system, leaving me vulnerable to viral infections and fever. My white blood count was depleting and I had to be warded immediately. A month before, we went to Habib to pick out my ring for 'merisik'.. But they had to custom made the ring. So as I was lying on my hospital bed, Mr. Bitx came and got me a few magazines..

Me: "Thanks, sayang... "

Him: "Tak nak tgk ke magazine ape?"

Me: "Huh?" *flips plastic bag*

And there it was, a small box with my ring in it. He picked it up, opened it and proposed! ;')

I guess, sometimes being sick has its perks.. ;P

Traveling clears my head.. Writing keeps me sane...

It's true... 

I've always felt that I am able to express myself better through writing. Simply because I have a lot to say.. (and bottled up) but either way, I do find it quite therapeutic.. ;P During Uni and high school, I used to have 2 diaries I fondly called Jordie.. Not even half way through my first diary... I 'lost' it *And I have the feeling Mom was behind this disappearance* Maybe she was curious about what a girl in an all girls high school mostly gushed about in their diary.. Heh! That and a small envelope of my crushes and ex bfs pics. *U see, those days, when guys show interest in u, they normally send a pic and a bio of themselves just so that u get to know them a lil better *Nevertheless, I love her so much because being a teenager u tend to give your parents headache *and maybe heartache* most of the time.. >_< 

Second diary: Still with me, kept in a secret place. Only had about less than 10 posts in it because of time constraint and lack of privacy... & because when I write about the guys that I was in a relationship at that time, we ended up breaking up the next few months.. Go figure. :P So when I met Mr. Bitx again (now we're married for 3 wonderful years and counting) who was my then bf, I decided to just keep the pen and diary away and go with the flow. 

It's weird, the fact that I've always hated being in a long distance relationship (Reminded me of a time when i broke up with one of my exes & gave him that reason.. He called Hitzfm dedicated a song to me, and when the DJs asked him why i ended it, he said because of the distance, that he's in Perak and I'm in Kedah *which is only 1 state apart*... After an awkward silence, one of the DJs actually said  "ummm.. Riigghhtt"). Geez.. I'm sorry dude.

Somehow, Mr. Bitx and I are currently a few states apart due to our jobs.. That's when all the traveling comes into place. Time, money, effort.. I took flights to save time and I hate getting a sore butt from the long journey by bus. I have to plan my money by eyeing on the best deals the airlines could offer.. And it's a big effort because you try to minimize drama & petty arguments as it's the only time you get to cherish your weekends together. What I miss most is making time to travel to other places. We were quite spontaneous (going for short trips together) and enjoy  being in different countries.. But it is true, there are lots of sacrifices and commitment that comes with marriage. It is all about setting your priorities right. Now, Alhamdulillah.. We have our own place to call home eventhough it's only a weekend home, & most importantly.. We still have each other. My sister used to say, sometimes being apart doesn't mean that it's not something good. It's just part and parcel of life to make you a stronger & insyaAllah, a better person. 


I really love to travel because it rejuvenates my mind *in short, de-clutter.. heh!*.. feel like a whole different person with a positive mindset in life.. So right now, I'll keep focusing on being a great wife to Mr. Bitx & plan more trips together with my family and gal pals because all that surely means nothing if you can't share it with the people you love. ;)