Be careful what you wish for

I sometimes complained to my husband on how it sometimes seemed unfair that he was never around when I was at my worst during this pregnancy. I mean, I think my parents and parents-in-law had to care for me more than my own husband during the worst and he’s only around when I was rather okay. Understandably so, since he’s only back on a monthly basis and the worst was already over when he came back for the week-long mid-semester break.

Well, last week he was back from Terengganu for the Maulidur Rasul break – and guess what happened on the first day of his arrival? I fell sick.

Or rather, my left leg hurt. Like crazy.

His college gave longer break than most because two days prior to Maulidur Rasul, they had a convocation ceremony for last year’s students. Which meant he got 5-days break instead of the anticipated 3-days off.

However, just before his return, I learned that I had been selected as a facilitator for a session of PTD Assessment Centre (PAC) at Intengah from 21-24 April – which coincided with hubby’s Maulidur Rasul break. The participants were asked to attend it beginning 22 April, but the facilitators had to be there a day earlier for a briefing and some training.

So, the fact that my leg all of a sudden refused to work like normal on the day my husband returned, plus the fact that I wouldn’t be able to spend much time with him for most part of his break was rather, err, frustrating.

I had to call in sick for two days due to the pain in my left leg. On the first day, hubby drove me to Kampung Delek in Kapar to see a family masseur. She was astounded by the aches – it was due to some wind in my leg that prevented normal blood flow and affected the “urat-urat” as well. No, it did not happen overnight – my masseur asked me what could possibly caused that much wind in my body and I told her about my cousin’s habit of sleeping with both the air-conditioner and the ceiling fan on. Well, I normally spend my weekdays at my uncle’s place in Putrajaya and only return to PJ or Seremban during weekends. So, I learned to adjust to my cousin’s preference when bedtime comes although I normally prefer only letting either the air-cond or the ceiling fan on. I never thought that it could lead to that much pain in one's leg...

Not feeling much different after the massage, the next day, on the way back to Seremban, we stopped at Kampung Rinching to see another masseur, as recommended by my brother-in-law’s wife. That Mbah’s style of massage is a lot milder and gentler compared to my normal masseur but her verdict was similar – the cause was sleeping with the air-cond on without using a thick comforter or putting on a pair of socks. I made a solemn promise to myself there and then never to sleep in a cold room without a thick blanket ever again – or at least until my child is born…

The spasm was so bad that I had to perform my solat by sitting on a chair for a few days, I had to sit very-very slowly and needed some assistance to stand up. Hubby helped me out every time without any complaint. He prepared the chair for me before solat, he waited patiently as I walked slowly, he assisted me everytime I needed to get up and he pampered me in everyway possible. Alhamdulillah, my leg was better by the time I had to report for duty as a PAC facilitator, but not properly healed, so I still walked with a slight limp during the PAC session.

I guess, somewhere at the back of my mind, I must had wished for my husband to be around when I was sick. So, the episode was a lesson of some sort – be careful what you wish for… your wish could just come true.

(And when it did – I wished that I’d never wished so in the first place…)