overwhelmed

went to the dentist yesterday for my wisdom tooth extraction. sitting in that dentist chair, with a improvised eye shade plunging me into almost-total oblivion to what the dentist is doing...listening to the drilling and cracking sounds as the dentist try and get my stubborn tooth out of it socket and enduring the ache in my already-injured TMJ...

an experience which i hope i dun have to repeat

i think the worst part was when the dentist actually said,"eh, why cannot come out one?". and as he repeatedly cycle between the drill and what looked like a mini-crowbar from my limited visual field, determined to get that damned tooth out of my mouth, i really felt like jumping out of the chair and running home. and as the ache in my jaw gets worse from all the "construction" work in my mouth, i started to feel pain in my gum as well. the dentist did warn me that alternative nerve supply might not have been numbed by the local anaesthetic...so i raised my hand and he gave me a third shot of LA..decreasing the pain in my gum, but doing nothing for the ache in my jaw. all the while, i kept wishing that i had han wei by my side to hold my hand.

finally,it was all over. my wisdom tooth was cracked into 4 pieces before it grudgingly leaves my gum. now have 3 stitches in my mouth, left side of my face is kinda swollen and had to stick to soft diet for about a week. ah well, better to get it out now before it starts eroding the last molar on my left side.

the past few days have sort of been like a dream/nightmare. went to attend a wedding dinner in malaysia over the weekend...and then got my wisdom tooth out yesterday. somewhere along the way,talked to a friend and heard some pretty shocking and kinda sad news...and also helping my mum plan the renovation which my 20 years old HDB 5 room-A flat is about to undergo.

feeling sorry for a guy...feeling confused for a girl...feeling scared that what that is happening to them might happen to me...feeling fustrated with the renovation planning...feeling trapped between my parents and feeling pain in my mouth/jaw.

i can only seek comfort in han wei's arms...and in the trashy novels i'd borrow later from the library.