.:O the pain, the pain!:.

Note: This is an entry which has a lot to do with urine. If your disposition is of the rather more fragile nature, please feel free to navigate to another site, like google.com. Otherwise, just bear with me, and I'll try not to gross you out. No guarantees though.

Oh and the toilet's the first door on the left, should you feel the need to hurl.



Dear readers,

been a while huh? Sorry for the gap in posts. Been busy, the world moved around too fast etc etc and all the usual excuses. The fact of the matter is that I really didn't feel like blogging, maybe partly because I've found myself a great friend, who's a great sounding wall as well. You know who you are, dear.

Anyway, for the sake of those who keep track of me through this blog, I shall now attempt to summarize what's been happening over the past couple of weeks. Post-holiday blues crept up on me as soon as I resumed my desk duties soon after the holidays. Bumped into HER a couple of times on a single day, but I unsurprisingly felt that I wasn't missing much. Which was always a good sign. =P

Woke up the day before Raya Qurban intending to fast, as the sunnah indicated. I then somehow did not manage to eat anything nor have a single drop to drink for sahur. By lunchtime, I was feeling the familiar pangs of my renal colic disorder working its way towards ruining my day. Decided to leave by 5 pm and make my way home. By 7, I was in extreme pain. I decided then that I wasn't willing to spend the night in pain, but the problem was that my parents were not going to be able to come to KL to treat the damned thing, the next day being Raya and all. So what did I decide to do? I optimistically (or egotistically, being the macho man that I perceive myself to be, often only in times when I know I am SOO not that type) told myself that I could drive back to Melaka on my own after swallowing a couple of painkillers. Big mistake.

By the time I reached Serdang, I had to stop at each and every R&R just to lie back and groan in pain. Yes, it must not have been a very pretty sight, judging from the women hurrying away whenever they passed by my car and happened to glance inside at what seemed to be a man writhing and moaning. And grabbing his crotch. For good reasons of course. Honest!

All jokes aside, though, I was in so much pain I was afraid I was going to faint from the exhaustion. And let me assure you, fainting whilst driving is almost assuredly fatal. It was the scariest, not to mention most painful, period of my life.

Want to know how painful it was? Imagine, if you will, having a full bladder but being unable to pass urine. For hours. Add to that the pain similar but greater in magnitude to that you frequently experience when you run too fast too quickly, without a proper warm-up. You know, the throbbing pain you get on the sides of your abdomen. Yeah, THAT one. Once you've got an idea of what I'm talking about, you'll understand what I went through for three darned hours. (Yes it took me that long to drive back to Malacca, toll-to-toll).

I was glad, though, for I had the support of all the people I loved. My parents called me every half-hour, just to make sure I was okay. They waited at the Alor Gajah toll and gave me some jab on on the behind which knocked me out for the rest of the night. Farah called and messaged every so often... she was so worried at one point I thought she was about to cry.

Well, to cut a long story short, I'm now safe and sound. Went for a conference in S'pore from Wed to Friday, and am now in Malacca typing this. Oh, and my car's been fixed. It's almost as good as new now, but I ain't complaining. =)

Take care!

Regards,

Ahmad