Eep! Where the hell is my card wallet?!?! I patted myself down furiously after rummaging through the content of my tote bag. Oh, shit! Where has it gone? What have I done with it? A cashier at Liberty’s stationary department went very quiet as she didn’t know how to intervene in my panick-stricken pantomime. ‘I’m sorry but I have to go NOW!’ I grabbed my bag and ran out on to Great Marlborough Street.
My first destination in search of the missing wallet was The Photographers’ Gallery’s cafe in where I had a mug of mocha early on. ‘No, we didn’t find anything by the till.’ A man in apron replied apologetically. Ahhhh, I was out on the street again, the next destination, Zara!!
All the blissful moment I enjoyed with my mocha was completely out of the window. Is this a divine punishment for feeling smug after my fortune of not having to cut out caffeine out of my daily life like poor Hubbie?!
Last Friday, we went to see his neurologist, and she advised him to have no caffeine and minimal sugar for at least three months in order to control his chronic migraine. He was already deprived of coffee, tea or chocolate for the past two weeks because of the detox regime prescribed by the nutritionist, therefore, he received the doctor’s recommendations with a resigned sigh. After the consultation, we had snack at Patisserie Valerie by Holland Park tube station. ‘Can I have a sip of your mocha?’, he pined as he sipped a glass of water. ‘No, you can’t. I am afraid.’
Anyway, back to my missing card wallet saga. After dashing out of the gallery, I made a beeline to Zara on Oxford Street. After running down the escalator, I rushed to the till and blurted out, ‘Did I leave my card wallet on the counter?!’ A girl at the till replied with a smile, ‘Yes, you did, madam. The wallet is kept at the main till on the ground floor.’ Thank god! And thank you, Zara!! Ahhh, how my legs felt like jelly after mad sprinting. I truly can’t trust myself nowadays. Should I chain my wallet to a belt loop like a skater?…
One more thing about Hubbie’s treatment for his migraine. Apparently, he has to detox his brain! The doctor has ordered him not to take any painkiller for the next three months even if he has migraine attacks. He was having way too many Nurofen Plus for far too long, and his brain needs to be cleaned out for good. ‘I have to go cold turkey.’ ‘Alrighty, I shall throw all the painkillers out of the cabinet!’ And that was the first thing I did when we got home.
I am very, very happy because Hubbie has finally realised his quality of life matters more than his workaholic lifestyle. Let’s hope he won’t have too many headaches during the detoxing period…