I'm feeling heaps better today compared to yesterday. My boss was concerned that I got worse after seeing the doctor - from 99.5 degrees Fahrenheit, it jumped to 102.5. He suggested that I consult the doc again. Turns out that I wasn't reacting well to the antibiotics prescribed to me and he changed the medication. Shortly after I took the pills, the chills and fever abated. I am healed, yaay!
Also, felt rather nostalgic yesterday when I came across some Fraser's Hills photos. Went there for the first time in 2001 with my mom and Yn.
We wanted to snap some pics in the quaint Ye Olde Smokehouse. Only patrons were allowed to roam around the beautiful gardens. But since we were too stuffed to dig into scones and tea, we just took some pics outside.
Fraser's brings back many sweet memories for my mom. She went there for her honeymoon. For some reason, my normally agreeable mom insisted that we drive up all the way to some forsaken water fall despite my protests of it being too far. When we reached the place, there was this faraway look that came to her eyes. It was as if she was transported back 30-odd years ago, where she and dad were so madly in love. That made me feel ashamed of my earlier protests.
When I went back to Fraser's in Jan 05 this year, besides it being a spiritual retreat, it was also to make peace with the past. It felt like coming to a full circle - letting go of the remnants of the relationship that has impacted my life the most. I came to the place in a tangled web of thoughts and emotions. I left it with a clear head and peaceful heart.
I guess one knows when one is fully healed from the past when one can visit the old haunts and look at old photos and feel happy and blessed for the good times once shared. And the bad things, though impossible to forget, doesn't hurt anymore.