Lazing around. I cannot find a better word to describe my life now. After all the travelling, I finally settled down at home living a pig's life (with drama, of course). Eat. Sleep. Watch drama. That's my daily routine.
One afternoon, when my family and I were having lunch, my mum talked about her bitter days when she was pregnant.
She was one of a kind pregnant mummy. There is no way that for her to eat. No matter what she ate, she will vomit out double the amount of what entered her mouth. When she drank one cup of water, she probably vomited out a JUG of sour-taste-diluted gastric juice. How pathetic.
Days were tough for her, no matter how much she desired to eat, she could not. Facing the music from my stern grandma, who thought my mum wanted to abuse the little baby in the womb, my mum felt more pressured. She tried every possible means to eat, to stop herself from vomiting, but to no avail. With my dad always busied himself with the family business, she found no one to cry to. She swallowed her tears, her sufferings. Helpless.
Reminiscing back, it is a miracle for her to live on until now because this process repeated for each of her pregnancies.
Hearing that tying a shoelace around the neck will prevent puking. She did. But she vomited. And that was the myth. She could only eat right after an injection from the doctor. And the period was brief. No injection, no eating. That was her fate. Her skin peeled due to dehydration.
The condition remained until the last two months of her pregnancy and that was when she started to stuffed herself with foods.
Now I understand why I have eating disorder, why I can't say "No" to food, and why I am so vulnerable to the temptation of food. I must had been starved too long in my mum's womb....
So, I assume, I am not to be blamed. Not my fault, right??
Okay, back to the myth.
My sis was snoring away on the bed in the afternoon. So excited about my own cooking, but unsatisfied that she had not tried, I went to "kacau" her.
My thunderous voice and my enthralled squeal had certainly reached her ears and woke her up. Reluctantly, she refused to move an inch. And I, mischievously, pressed lightly on her tummy. She warned me not to do so as it will trigger the urge to puke.
Guess what?
I ran to get my shoelace and told her that I wanted to tie around her neck. Before the shoelace approached her, she said she was fine. And the puking sensation gone completely!!!
It certainly works in some special case like this.
