Random..

1. People said that the best way to get to a man's heart is through his stomach, but i'm having difficulty here as my husband is a wayyyyyyy better cook than me..as simple as i often opt for simple pasta for lunch while he'll easily come out for rice with at least 3 meals...bingg banngg!

It's not actually a new fact for me we happen to share lotsa mutual friend and whenever one of them got to know that i'm marrying him, he/she will say how lucky i am for having a top chef someone who can cook as life partner... One time i was oncall and he's back in hometown for a short holiday, i made him bring lunch for me was offered lunch that he cooked at home...oh my, not only they're all scrumptious, there's nooooo wayyyy i'll be able to cook those traditional dishes... I did attempted to cook by myself on one occasion but had to call him out from the living room to *chuckle* modify the taste...

*grim face*

So my plan is actually use my recipe book *wipe the dust* again to copy past observe (and of course help him out, phhbbttt) his cooking and take note of the steps.

That'll do for now i think;)

2.

It's gonna be OK...

When i looked at the image, my heart sank...i knew what's the top of differential diagnosis as i've been dealing with these through my work line.



Upon presented myself to the specialist with the investigation done, i couldnt handle it anymore...i was so much in denial, i broke down in front of her. i knew the diagnosis already and its a lot to take in...trying to buy time (and still hoping that we both could be wrong), i requested to be referred to the subspecialty for this condition after the weekend...



Amidst the tears and so many thoughts running through my mind, slowly i learnt to accept the news...its devastating but its not the end of the world...



By the time i turned up to the subspecialty clinic, i'm more prepared and ready for treatment...Thanks to the joyous (ex-boss) clinician, i did feel a lot better after coming out from her room..It was actually a missed diagnosis back in October last year but let's not dwell on it..Allah certainly planned everything well..



Now i'm already on treatment and slowly regaining my strength back.. emotionally and physically, i must say...Apart from little side effect, i'm coping with the illness..



2 days back while having breakfast, mum pointed out that Allah must've loved me alot because i never get things easy...be it education, career, love life and now health issue...but all ends well each time..i silently agreed because i thought of the same thing earlier on...Allah loves me so much to give me trial one after another...He wants to keep me closer to him, thus testing my patience and faith this way.. I must've gotten too occupied with heavy workload and marriage that He somehow missed me and wants me to spend more time with Him...Alhamdulillah, i'm grateful for that because i realised at the end of the day, it's Allah and only Allah whom i need to please...i'm enjoying my solitude with peace of mind...



Disclaimer:



1. Sorry but i have no intention to disclose the diagnosis to the public.. Those whom i have shared, please please respect my wish...Those i didnt, its not that i dont trust but i cant handle too much of sympathy..I know that you all care and that comfort me enough..but i would really appreciate prayers from you, honestly....



2. This also should stop people from giving remarks that why does doctor fall sick? we're human first then doctor, mind you.



3. I shall say that this is nothing related to pregnancy (before anyone jumps into the conclusion) but surely affect my family planning..so pls be tactful before you pop up that fave question, ok?

My sugar and spices...

Love love love the last picture...its like, ohh so Mangga =p