Now i know why i can't be a doctor. I actually cried, and these, my friends, were real, 100% genuine tears, when i had to spit out a mouthful of blood today.

Finally did the deed and got my four, yes f-o-u-r, wisdom teeth extracted today. I was so freaked about it and Micheal was such a babe he offered to take leave and come lemme dig my fingernails in his hand just in case it hurt. But i had my mom for that. Throughout lunch, i was trying to convince my parents to collaborate with the dentist and nurses so that as soon as i walk in through the doors of the clinic, they could pounce on me, catch me out of surprise, and jab me with the sedation stuff! No luck there. So my dad dropped us off and i was reclining and fretting like mad in the surgical room whilst my mom talked to the dentist for such a long time that i actually managed to fall asleep even before sedation. When the good doctor walked in, i was seriously almost falling off the dentist chair..good pose, huh. My dentist really really looks like a very pretty chipmunk, a collector's item doll. He's so funny!!

Anyway, so he said to me, "You ready to be sedated?" and i went "NO!" and in a flash, he wrapped something round my arm and jabbed something into my right hand; someone else shoved a pulse counter into my left 3rd finger and he declared, "Well, then you never will be!" *i blanked out* When i came to, i was vaguely aware that my upper left wisdom tooth was being drilled, broken and yanked out. You have no idea how much i whined and moaned!! And the dentist had to go "last tooth!" .. i'm sure i fainted again.

Was totally fine when everything was over tho'. In fact, i was kinda high from all the erm, drugs. Started talking nonstop to my mom and the nurses and was walking all over the place(it was quite funny cause they were trying to prop me up wherever i went; i was suppoed to be kinda groggy i guess)getting magazines and trying to convince my mom to stop my dad from bringing the car round and that we should just go shopping!! Haha.. apparently when my bro did his, he sat there laughing and joking with the nurses for a damn long time, one of my cousins tried to throw the nurse out the window(!! hilarious story if u ever wanna know) and Mo just passed out. My subconscious, apparently, was all about the shoppin'!! (Mwahaha..oh, come, like tt's a complete surprise..)

Anyway, so i went back home, not happy i wasn't allowed to go shopping, checking out the "damage" to my face in the car mirror and talking garrulously to one and all - i.e. my mom and dad. Bearing in mind, both my upper and lower jaws and my lips were numb so much so that i could barely be understood. That really didn't stop me one bit, apparently. Then went back to sleep till around dinner time. By that time, the drugs had sorta worn off and as usual, i was most grouchy about being woken up. And then the horror! I got up and had to spit out the cotton swabs that were used to stop the bleeding and in doing so, i spat out 2 extremely bloody cotton swabs in line with some coagulated blood. Whereupon, i started crying and my popo had to come in and try and calm me down. Of course, by this time, my mom was there telling me not to be such a crybaby and u could hear my brother laughing and my dad trying to make himself useful. Hence, i can't be a doctor! Well, also i hate sciences. Throughout dinner, my mood lifted tremendously. Gonna miss my daily family dinners! We eat for like 2 over hours and just talk nonsense. The whole time they were, especially my brother, making me laugh and i was going "hahaha.. ouch!! ..haha.. dammit.. ouch..!!" which only fuelled them somemore. Shit i just realized i am gonna miss my fam!!!

Micheal dropped by ard 1-ish seeing i wasn't asleep and brought me yoghurt(marigold aloe vera! Thanks babe, have been looking for that everywhere) and a bag of nuts since i told him i would become a chipmunk. Not that i could eat the nuts of course, but it was painfully funny. He saw me in all my splendor - swollen jaws, glasses, early stages of rebonded hair and pink PJs with a blue monkey robe, holding my bolster! I'm so so so happy he's back! :)
 
23 days left to my departure~