Last week of Lent

Pentential Service at our church was packed last night. As we walked from our parked car to the main church hall, hubs gave specific instructions that we should sit as far front as possible, do confession and head out of there. He forgot something though. Our church carpark is a one way street during peak periods. As we sat in church, I suddenly remembered this and pointed it out to him, I could see he wanted to smack his own forehead. He should have parked outside the church compound. Oh well, we stayed till everyone had finished. It was good to just sit and spend time with God (or stare at people spending time with God). I really couldn't sit still for so long but when I saw a priest shifting himself around on his chair (like his back was in pain), I felt humbled and compelled to pray for the priests instead, that they'd be able to withstand the many, many, many stories of sins the people had for them. Felt sorry for them and that make me appreciate the fact that I was sitting in my pew, doing nothing.

Although I could make out fellow parishioners, I thought many of them were not from our parish. If I was not comfortable confessing my sins to my parish priest, I'd prefer to go to another parish to do it too. Or maybe they just couldn't make it for Penitential Service at their own parish. Whatever the reason, they came to clean their slate and start over a new leaf. That's all that matters.

There are two weeks in my year which I spend many days in church. The last week of Lent and during our Feast Day Novena. I'm ashamed to say that instead of waking up early to attend daily mass before work, I'd rather be sleeping one extra hour. As for daily evening mass; I can't knock off work on time, beat the traffic and be there on time for it. BUT, I wish I could. So I'm going to attempt to sleep earlier at night. Really difficult, considering I get to crawl into bed at midnight only most work nights. Well, something's gotta give if I wish to receive communion every day. The desire is there. I just need to work at the effort.

Speaking of work nights, I haven't been cooking the past week since my Tennis Elbow became excruciatingly painful. In fact, I haven't been able to do any housework. I couldn't even refill the hot pot without feelling the pain sear from my hand to my elbow as I poured water in. Hubs has been helping to buy food. He doesn't want me to stress my elbow. It's actually so much more relaxing to just come home and eat but I think we're running out of dishes to buy for the kids. I'm able to boil veg and heat up food in the microwave and just started refilling the hot pot again last night. I've got a long way more to go but I think my elbow's getting better.

Actually, apart from my elbow, something strange has been happening. My feet have been itching! No rash. Just simply itching. Wondering if it's an allergic reaction to the brown hair dye I had used last weekend. But I've used that particular brand before what (only this time, it's darker than what I've always used)! Or could it be the Chinese sinseh's pills? (Which I've stopped taking). Itchy feet. No joke. Can't see any bites. Can't see any rash. Just a persistent itch and I've to keep using my toe nails to scratch. Yikes!

Also, I've been feeling nauseous. Double yikes!