It is ashamed. When I was healthy and fit and fresh: I worked, worked, worked. It was when, also, I had double shoot coffee, and again, and again. Yes, yes, yes. You are right. It was at the same time when I woke up late at night until dawn in the following day.
Now, I am sick. Walking is pain in the butt. I can’t even do my shoping. My fridge is empty. No milk. No eggs. No vegetables. No fruit. Nothing healthy for Gita. I dropped her off this morning to school, and collected her after school. I dropped her off to her dancing class this afternoon. But that’s it. I can’t tolerate the pain anymore. So, I asked help from one of my friends to collect her.
Shame on me! Wasting my health, giving up precious moments.