My day

After turning and tossing, I finally slept sometime between 2 and 3 am. I tried to carry on until 8 am, to “make up” for the lost hours but my body clock simply refused. I got up, partook my nasi lemak breakfast, and sat to finish “All Too Human”. By 11 am, I was ready to see Dr Kassim again. I waited for my turn by reading a book that I once read two years ago, Deena Katz on Practice Management. I thought and still think, I have been disillusioned by the promise that a financial planner is a coveted career choice as it is in the US. I am trying to find again bits of wisdom in preparation for tomorrow’s meeting at SFP. Don’t worry, as I don’t care to explain, I don’t expect any of my readers to understand what I’m blabbering about.

Today’s shot is more painful than yesterday's. Come again tomorrow, the good doctor reminded me. I spent my afternoon reading some more Deena, and another book from my shelf, a fiction, White Oleander by Janet Fitch. By 6pm, as if by telepathy, an old, old friend sms-ed me, asking how I was doing. Just the break I need. I quickly called her back, thanking her for making my day. And All Praise to Allah, I felt I just need to sms another friend, and ask her how she’s doing. It turns out that she was feeling down, and my calling her up had cheered her. MashaAllah. Thank you Angah for checking on me first thing in the morning. I am also blessed for Makcik Timah who insisted on getting me daun bunga raya to cool my fever down, my buddies from my hostel years for calling, and for my abah for making me teh tarik and buying me peanuts from the night market.