I Am Bad

Saturday was not really a good day. The pain was over powering every part of my body. I feel frustrated; no amount of physio that was taught to me was working. The pain somehow was more excruciating; I wish I have a crystal ball in front of me to let me know the root cause of all the pain.

Hubby tried everything possible to make me feel as comfortable, but nothing was working. He cooks whatever he knows how to, from fried instant noodle (using his own recipe of course), to making tzatziki, to baking some puff pastry, nothing is working for me. I was like a brat attacking him just to get over my frustration of the pain.

I am bad, so bad indeed, but who would not if I am finding it a real chore to even comb my hair?