My confinement story..

Hmm.. I wish I have the will to be be strong.. I guess I am never that strong especially when I bailed out and went straight for the operation theater the last time! So my first few days at the hospital was basically bread and porridge. The first two days I wasn't allowed to eat.. But the real deal started when I got back home.. First few days..no big deal..had the socks on, ate just plain rice with salted fish in pepper and vinegar. After a few days- ate bread (not supposed to cos apparently yeast= wind). After the next few days- found oreos! And I finished the whole pack!
Second week- the weather so hot- I had to sip on the cold water! But I still have my socks on.. I'm not eating jamu like when I had Dany.. Had those smelly Jamu stuff rubbed on my body only for a few times.. I think they lasted for a week or so.. I guess this time around everything is so laid back. Mom is not around often, perhaps she trusted me to be good.. but Mom- how can u ever leave me alone at home with all those food in the kitchen?

My back is killing me.. maybe I'll go urut after I finish my house arrest- which supposed to be on the 15th May..