July 8, 2013 — MsLuffa
July 8, 2013 — MsLuffa
7:00am: Mummy where’s Davina?! My little man was harassing me first thing in the morning wanting to know where my cousin was. I don’t blame him for asking, all three of us, JJ, MrLuffa and I were tucked in nicely in her bed… It’s been a month since Davina left us for Malaysia and I guess camping out on her bed was our way of making up for her absence.
8:00am: Breakfast was a bowl of oatmeal fufu and spinach soup, aka efo made especially by my darling mother in law.
I promise I don’t always start my day like this, although I’ve been known to have eba with edikaikong, or ila-asepo as early as 7am in the morning, but I promise that was years ago, in my teens. But now in my late twenties, oatmeal or no oatmeal that’s one heck of a gamble! My excuse? Well today I woke up so tired and exhausted; it didn’t feel like morning, it felt like midday. Monday had sprung on me. It was like I blinked and missed the weekend. I needed something solid and heavy to get me out the door — Oatmeal Fufu it was.
Noon: I’d been clock watching all morning, not long afterwards I was on the queue in Sainsubrys buying yoghurt (fat free!) and strawberries. Today is a slow day in the office. I’m waiting until 2pm so I can give my GP a call. Fainting spells get dull after the first couple of times. Concern and worry turns to people giving you the side-eye. So here’s hoping my GP can find something more useful on Google than I did. Who knows an early appointment could mean a half day.
Meanwhile, just saw the dude that sits next to me nodding off at his desk. I don’t want wahala otherwise I’d have taken a pic. I’m trying hard not to burst into laughter in this place! So this is the price for waking up at the crack of dawn and cycling to work. Fitness by force! Having said that dude is in his 50s and has a tight bod, so what’s a midday nap?
4pm: doctor reckons I’ve got really low blood pressure and the heat wave is stoke fuel to the flames. Her prescription? A week off work. In any other role I’ve had in the past that would have been well received news. But today I’m not so sure. How am I going to tell my boss who’s seriously short staffed that my doc says I need to chill at home?
5pm: Boss is as cool as a cucumber, cracks a joke about work raising my blood pressure but agreeing to go with doctor’s flow. Phew.
6:30pm: Master Luffa snuggles up to me and I’m fast asnooze… (Well until I woke up with a jolt and remembered to finish this write up and submit it) good night folks!
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Msluffa is a wife and mum who is ever so grateful for her 9–5 job but does it reluctantly always wishing to be home with her two amazing men. Tweets sporadically @msluffa