Mom has been poorly of late. I believe it was the harsh weather and the haze pollution. Most of us have been unwell with allergy symptoms such as eyes irritation, sinus and breathing complication and as severe as acute respiratory problems for some. Mom has been badly affected by the haze that she had eyes irritation, throat problems and flu like symptoms. This morning, she even had stomach upset, diarrhoea and vomiting added to the list. So, dad and I took her to the doctor for immediate medical attention and she was resting in her room most of the day.
I had never felt this deep before. When mom called out to me for her drugs prescribed by the doctor, when she said she was hungry. Sis was already over at our parents place by noon and was busy preparing the vegetables and ingredients for tonight’s dinner. Mom suddenly called out and said she was hungry but wouldn’t want bread or packed food. I resorted to boil some clear porridge whilst starving the feck outta myself. I was upset. Upset with myself that I should have taken care of my brunch after mom’s doctor visit being the one behind the wheel. As I could eat anything, packed from anywhere.
Sis and I went for our late lunch (being our first meal of the day) after mom’s porridge was almost ready and we got dad to help out watching the fire. I didn’t feel that bad feeling anymore. I was happy again and we stopped by our aunts’ place for a bit before heading home.
Home by early evening but not the time yet to cook, mom was resting on the couch in the living room by then. She told me she wanted to wash her hair. My immediate response was to tell her that I’ll wash her hair in case she got drowsy from the drugs. I certainly don’t want any preventable mishap. So, I took a stool, place it in the bathroom and got mom to sit on it while I washed her hair. I then let her took a shower with the bathroom door closed but unlocked. Told her NOT to lock it. Mom was a lil better by dinner time. Sis and nieces came over after the heavy downpour to join us dinner.
I am not writing this to tell you what great daughter I am. On the contrary, I am feeling grateful. Grateful to have the chance to take care of the person who took care of me when I was sick on my way growing up. And grateful to realise early enough the important of taking care of myself first before I can take care of others. I would still be starving and upset had I not asked dad to help watching the fire over mom’s porridge so that sis and I can fill our empty and growling stomaches. I may not be able to think fast and straight to prevent a possible and avoidable mishap had I let mom washed her hair on her own. She might just feel drowsy and fell!
Our physical, emotional, psychological and spiritual are all interconnected. When one is unwell, it directly affects the others. I heeded my hunch to drive out for with sis for lunch and we stopped feeling grumpy when our body was well fed. Thus the rest of the day went well, positive and I was able to show my love to my parents as the positive ME.
Thank you dear Universe for the lesson and reflection. I am thankful that I still have my parents when some people has never seen theirs. I am thankful for everything and everyone good I have received and continue to receive. I am blessed. I truly am.