eight teeth less;
that’s right. i officially have 8 teeth fewer than i did on wednesday. the entire lower half of my face was numb after the surgery so i didn’t feel any pain but i’ve regained feeling and now it’s hurting really bad. it’s this constant, dull pain and i can’t open my mouth fully. this sucks because everyone who knows me knows just how much i love opening my huge mouth to talk.
i have really watery oatmeal with mashed banana in my bowl now because i’m majorly hungry. had to fast from midnight and since then i’ve only had a little bit of very watery beef porridge for dinner since i was too stoned from the anaesthesia to eat. tomorrow i get fish porridge. i think chicken porridge is day after. besides that, i can only have soft foods and nothing that’s hot or the operated area is going to keep bleeding.
so let’s rewind to this morning when i reached national dental centre at 7.30 to report for surgery. the nurse took my temperature and blood pressure then sent me to see some doctor to explain the risks of the surgery and to sign some thingy to acknowledge that we’ve been told about the risk. apparently, there was a risk of permanent loss of feeling in my tongue, lower lip and jaw as well as something about a hole in my bone that could get infected. whatever, surgery went well so i’m fine.
got dressed in that ugly robe thing that was so big that they had to tape it up for me so that i didn’t accidentally expose myself. right before i went into surgery, the nurse sprayed something in my nostrils to prevent my nose and throat from bleeding. it was hella bitter but it cleared my nose which isn’t something that i usually experience in the mornings due to my sensitive nose.
in the operating room, everyone was real nice and friendly. they asked me about hannah and poly. they seemed pretty impressed about the whole culinary thing. the last thing i said before i conked out was ‘it’s never too late’ to my surgeon who said he never thought about being in the food industry.
i woke up with a gimongous piece of gauze stuffed in my mouth to absorb the blood. i had problems falling asleep after the surgery this time but i did eventually so i wouldn’t have to feel the pain in my mouth. messaged jeff to let him know i was done then slept pretty lightly because blood kept dripping out of my mouth. i’d show you pictures that mom and hannah took, but it’s gross, really. woke up a little while later to take my painkillers then continued sleeping till 2 when they decided to discharge me. they even let me bring home my bloody (literally) teeth as a souvenier. mom drove home then i proceeded to sleep till dinner.
my jaw is aching more and more by the moment and i currently look like a chipmunk what with my face swelling up. getting my stitches removed on wednesday. hurrah -_-
and i can still taste the blood in my mouth.
terrible tuesdays;
today was a busybusybusy day and it didn’t help that i was up till 4.30 last night bloghopping and watching fight club off my ipod. i had to crawl, and i literally mean crawl, out of bed at 11 to get showered and ready.
picked hannahbanana up from school then made our way to singpost for mom to run some errands and for us to get lunch. subway-ed (yumm) then left for health promotion board for my blood test. i don’t like needles okay! (this coming from the girl who got her navel pierced. twice. first time was a d-i-y project.) and i’m squeamish with blood too. a little. whatever lah. i was scared, okay? like frickin scared. seriously, i think i nearly cried when we got there.
and the winner is…
i’m eating my lunch as i type this out and although i don’t want to delve into it as i don’t think i have the credebility to critique, i must must must say this.
to the academy:
you people are fuckers for not recognising the artistic beauty that is atonement. i don’t know how the hell you forgot james mcavoy while you were voting on the nominees. and while i don’t like really like keira, i think she deserves a nominee more than ellen page. i mean, come on! any girl can act like a pregnant teen. i acted like a pregnant teen! albeit only for a 20 minute piece. but still! and what’s up with saoirse ronan getting nominated? is she the only talent you saw in that movie? i hope that this has nothing to do with the fact that her father is an extablished actor. i won’t comment on atonement not getting best picture since i haven’t watched all of the nominated films yet. but gah! don’t you think that james atleast deserved a nom? i understand there isn’t enough space but you’re the academy! make an extra slot then!
heavy;
so the last post was an attempt to take a bit of weight off my shoulders. haha. didn’t work. i feel worst now.
played around with my ‘addicted to gilmore girls’ widget on my friendster profile and i realised something.
i’m living a real-life literati.
in the words of jess, huh.
go figure.
standing in line.
mom finally convinced me to go to the doctor on friday because she got annoyed by my incessant coughing throughout the night. came back with 4 different kinds of medicine including more antibiotics. this is the second time i’ve been put on antibiotics since the start of the year and february isn’t even over yet. who cares, my medical care is free anyways. i can overdose on as much medicine as the doctor will allow.
i’ve got dhasedyl syrup for my cough (that’s the brown one which i’m sure you’ve had atleast once) which makes me superduper drowsy. it’s making me even more of a bed potato than i already am so you can just imagine how much time i spend sleeping now that i’m on meds.
walked around parkway (doctor was at marine parade) while mom went to go get the photographs from our holiday printed. darlingest baby sis and i ended up buying 4 more colours of nail polish from the faceshop. we now have 10 colours which is enough to paint each nail a different colour. yay us ^^
yesterday, the most productive thing i did was probably drag myself out of bed so we could send hannah to aikido. ran a few errands then came straight home since we were all so dead tired. by the way, i managed to pass my flu to both my mother and sister. i feel so accomplished =)
i slept all the way to dinnertime then did another productive thing. i painted my nails (bright red ^^) while i watched night at the museum. talked to jeff on the phone for a bit while waiting for the varnish to dry then i crawled back into bed to sleep. total time spent awake yesterday: 8 hours, give or take.
this brings us to today. possibly the worst day i will experience for the year.
that sudden urge;
to sit in front of the computer and blog. although i haven’t done very much worth mentioning today besides sleeping and lazing around. basically, i’ve been sitting at home and rotting.
i’m scared shitless about starting school soon. what if i get lost in the huge campus? what if i don’t make any friends? what if the lecturers hate me? what if i fail?
i’m really happy that i can finally start over in poly. i mean, no more worrying about whether or not they’re gonna collect last year’s holiday homework and shit like that. you get a whole new group of teachers who don’t know about how lazy, horrible, chatty, defiant etc. you once were.
and that sounds just perfect to me.
happy birthday to me.
had dinner at than ying restaurant at amara hotel because
a) i haven’t been there in forever
b) i like thai food
c) i couldn’t think of anything else to eat and since i’ve spent atleast 5 birthday dinners at thai restaurants, it was an easy decision.
received a birthday call from farid while hannah and i were lepak-ing (HAHA!) around OUB centre while waiting for my mom to finish her meeting. thank you for keeping me company for so long on the phone while you should’ve been sleeping on your break. hang out soon, babeh ^^
so, i’m 17. excitement has officially run out. boo.
say hi to my birthday cake chocolate. photography courtesy of hannah tan ^^
tired eyes.
i told dearestestestest bernadette/beatrice/bella that i would do this so i’m going this now (because wordpress threw a bitchfit and just recently decided to let me log in).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday)! this post is dedicated to you, teo sheng hui! i’m so sad that i missed the muttons’ prank call to you. shite (suddenly remembered how crother’s loved that word) man. hope you’re having a good time at tj with your stalkers. lols! i miss sharing subway sandwiches with you, mister. ^^
(eh fuck, why’re there so many brackets. whatev.)
aaaaaaanyways. it’s officially the 20th so happy birthday to cynthia low xin tian, my somewhat twin who shares the same hatchday as me. yay us!
i’m too fucking lazy to talk about all the crap that happened since my last post as usual so i’ll just rewind a few days back.
