On Feeling Guilty

Sis drove from PJ over to Klang to pass me some stuff. I insisted that I'm doing fine. That I have recovered from my fever after the whole afternoon of sleeping. But she still said it's okay for her to come by. Besides, she already got me those stuff needed.

She boiled me herbal chicken soup. And she cooked me porridge. And a tupperware of peeled dragonfruit. And also a bag of fruits. It was like 8 in the morning, I was barely awake. I went out to greet her still half asleep.

But the thing is... I don't like the porridge. It was like... very dry... And it was quite a torture finishing up the herbal chicken soup since it was still so early in the morning. Maybe because I didn't feel like eating. I just didn't have appetite in the morning.

I texted her, saying the porridge really is too much, I couldn't possibly finish it, and that it's dry. She did reply, saying it's not that much, just merely 600ml. Mum called after 2 minutes. She asked about the porridge. I said I couldn't finish everything, that I don't feel like eating as well. She told me to just eat adequately, and add some hot water to dilute the rest. Keep it for later maybe.

I did. Added some hot water. And it looked better. But I just didn't feel like eating anymore...

I didn't want to throw it away in the evening. Sis took the trouble cooking it and driving down to Klang and pass it to me, it'll hurt her so badly that all her efforts were wasted. And no, the picture taken didn't justify any bits of what she had done for me.

But I can't take in any more than I had. I just didn't have any appetite for anything else.

And now I'm sulking looking at the thermos mug. Feeling all guilty...




updated: I did manage to finish the porridge in the evening. I was starving after coming back from town. The porridge tasted quite nice too! :D