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there's a lull somewhere this hour, that i took a pen and jot down some notes. the nurse at health and works suggested last week that if i'm too frail to perform my own chores, why don't i ask a few of my friends to help out, like cooking or a little bit of cleaning. that's very good in theory i reckon, but i couldn't even get them to text me, how much more assist in simple undertakings. the world of the diaspora is more or less about the gatherings and enveloping the buzz in some circles. ministering to a wounded comrade seem to be a farfetched notion unless one cries for help.

if i have full strength, it's a different story, i try my best to be nice. when my mom had her stroke and in the hospital, she had loads of visitors, bringing fruits. but they're there only for a visit. none wouldn't dare perform unenviable tasks for a bed bound person, except family. yes, it's always about family. they would certainly cook for us.

it's a good thing my husband doesn't mind my constant neediness. i'm also grateful for those souls who suggested that i rest. they're certainly not the people whom i mentioned to ry,  i'll cut their numbers to two. the individual on the phone offered me the special vermicelli. i give credit.

i know, i still hate hanging texts. i know we don't always have time for prolonged phone conversations. but we'll get over some stuff.