The Consequences of Eating - Part 1

So last Friday night after work, my husband and I went to Kampachi, the Japanese restaurant at Equatorial KL. Both of us were hungry, me with my hunger pangs and husband dearest after a long day which ended with a meeting longer than expected.

I took a gamble that Kampachi would not be full so we did not make any reservations. There was only a Chinese family and another Chinese/Japanese group of four. In we went and we ordered sashimi (for husband), fried tofu in clear brownish gravy, mixed tempura, chicken teriyaki and garlic fried rice. The food was just right for my fussy tastebuds and the order was just right for the two of us, except that I wanted a second helping of the fried tofu. Of course, by the time the garlic fried rice came, my US time centric nausea has crept in and I couldn't finish the rice.

Husband dearest paid for that expensive dinner, RM246.00, even though I actually owed him a Japanese meal out from 2 promotions ago! Expensive lah tu considering that usually our dinner outings with the kids and maid (six of us) at Satay Hj Samuri or Man Tom Yam dekat Pantai averages RM70.00! Ooohhh...I forgot to mention that a certain minister's wife was also there and came slightly later than us. I think she was with her kids. Tall, slender and pretty. And with a Tengku title. You can guess who the minister is. And no Normala Shamsudin maybe slender but not tall and no Tengku either!

After dinner, we left for home and husband dearest felt the taste of MSG at the tip of his tounge. If you want to know whether the food is laden with MSG, after a meal, the tip of your tongue feels a thicker than normal and macam berpasir. Or so husband says. He already felt his stomach grumbling, not out of hunger, but the feeling of angin masuk ke perut. Tak taulah whether he was hungry and the dinnertime lambat, or the food memang tak kena dengan perut dia. I said to him, I felt fine, in fact so full that the trip home I dozed off.

Upon reaching home, I was too tired to even shower, changed and slept...

Saturday morning I woke up feeling okaylah, not great, but okay from the perspective of nausea. Zarif's appointment with Dr Primuharsa at KPJ was supposed to be at 9am so we got up early to have breakfast first with the two kids before the doctor's appointment. I made the wrong choice for breakfast at M&S, that being roti telur, when I knew that roti telur this time around does not agree at all with me. But I didn't want nasi lemak and I didn't want any form of mee either. I already felt that there was something not quite right with my stomach since usually in the morning my tastebuds are normally ok.

To cut the long story short, the weekend was a series of eating, nausea, vomitting and stomach cramps that got me really worried for two reasons. One of course, was the state of the baby and second was that how I am supposed to go to work on Monday with in this state? (still thinking about work lagi tu) Sunday night, my in laws (my husband's brother and wife) brought daging salai masak bacang and I was really into this masakan yang ada masam2 sikit. So ate rice with only the daging, again the food was so agreeable with me, but after that muntah. All the daging salai came out. And the rice.

Ini yang orang kata "one minute's pleasure, nine months agony" ni.....