The night before 1st of Syawal, we had everything ready - the baju raya, the acessories, the zakat envelopes. It was an exciting night waiting for Hari Raya.

Alas, the morning of 1st Syawal didn't bode well for me and Hubby. By 11am, I had already thrown up 3 times. And my head was spinning. I've never felt so weak before. I couldnt' do anything, besides attempting to wear my baju kurung, that even failed. Without knowing what else to do, Hubby took me to the nearest clinic, where I threw up for the 5th time. The doctor administered pregnancy test which was followed by a negative, to administering me with a jab to control the throwing up. Poor Hubby was really in a fluster, and the doc reassured him that all I needed was to consume sweet things as I was lacking sugar in my body. The rest of the day was spent in bed resting, and the person I sympathised most was Hubby, as he had to spend his first Raya as a husband taking care of his sick wife.

So there, in the history of my life, never before have I fallen so badly sick on Raya. Hopefully I will get well soon, so I can do my house visits...

And she waves goodbye...

3:58 pm