Poos-puus, is a Filipino rice porridge. This taste best with saffron flowers, some sliced garlic and ginger and may include meat. This morning I’ve dragged myself out of bed with a worse condition originally from Monday morning. I couldn’t believe this would happen to me at this young age.
This morning at 08:00AM I felt too much pain that I had to message my boss a sick call. I did manage to help Maw cook us some porridge because she too was still reeling from a nauseous sickness from yesterday’s pain killers during the mass and at the polls.
We slowly worked together with Maw being the cook. I didn’t know how to start but got the usual instructions from Maw and started chopping garlic and ginger. I accidentally poured the entire content of the sweet rice, which would fill this big pot to almost halfway.
We had three pots boiling: one for the beef tripe; one for the chicken parts and one for the sweet rice. The beef tripe had to cook the longest outdoors to avoid smelling the house; while the chicken wings were boiled in with the sauteed ingredients. Later we mixed both into the cooked rice.
Breakfast was calm as the very cool day did nothing to alleviate my condition. I cleaned up and went straight to bed from 11:00AM to 07:30PM. I heard Brat walk upstairs to get his tugboat model during lunch time. We greeted each other. Instead of sympathy to get well, I got ‘Good!’ joke as a response.
I later got up somewhere prior 02:30PM to eat more Poos-puus and then went back to sleep. At almost on every half hour, I would wake up to see the clear blue skies from my bedroom window through the slits of the blinds. The refreshing wind would billow in through my opened windows as I drifted off to sleep each time.
This porridge is supposed to aid in the digestion of the sick. Maw and I had filled ourselves by eating this home cooked meal and remedy. This porridge increased Maw’s energy but this allowed some nourishment from this soft food.
Instead of letting my limited mobility affect my sense of humor, I organized the kitchen drawers late at night. I started out with the mugs and cups and found three shelves were taken up by this one cabinet. Two cabinets on either side of the stove stored food stuff; while the third adjacent one to the left stored appliances and other household items.
Besides my laughable condition, Paw’s shopping yesterday was more humorous. According to Maw who waited in the car, Paw purchased two asparagus heads instead of broccoli, which was clearly printed in his hand writing on the grocery list. This event added up to my flare ups and signals more challenges in the years to come.
Another current challenge is to have Paw switch back to the original formula which smells better. This lemon scented cleaner stinks to high heaven each time he uses this to clean the bathrooms. I do no know how he breathes this stuff at all. The windows must be open to avoid the suffocating smell.
I should not feel so suffocated with old timers such as my parents prematurely. But what does frustrates me is not being able to spend my hard earned pennies with my kinds but not being able to sit comfortably knowing that others have or are suffering worse fates than my flare ups and without the comfort of poos-puus.
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