Monday, December 29, 2008

Schmerk.

So it's my first day back at work since the week-long hiatus as a result of my wisdom tooth extraction, and one gloomy non-gluttony Christmas.

It's 720pm and I'm still at work.

My mouth is still hurting - still at that same level of pain (not subtle enough to ignore, not over-whelming enough to write home about).

I had porridge for lunch, and bought some curry tapioca chips from the man who parks his van opposite Amoy market. I know I really shouldn't be having spicy or crunchy food at this juncture, but I couldn't help it.

And it was so yummy.

Before I knew it, half the bag was gone and I was left with a still throbbing left cheek. I can't decide if it's throbbing more after the chips, or if it's still the same.

I just want to go home.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Traffic Jam.

I think I spoke too soon when I said I was on the road to recovery. I'm not even in the slow lane - or maybe I am, and there's just a horrid horrid jam causing traffic to come to a complete standstill. In fact, I think I might even have rewound and backed up a little.

My cheek is still swollen like a puffer fish. I've developed an ulcer under my tongue. And the side of my face is bruised.

Beat that.

So how do I want to spend the last minute of 2008 ?
Hmm. Let me see.

Getting well perhaps !?
Or just with my boo.

There's been an almost constant pain in my face the past couple of days. It's the so-annoying-but-I-can't-quite-put-my-finger-on-where-it's-coming-from type of pain. Not throbbing enough to make you go ouch and cry. But yet not subtle enough to ignore.

*bawls*

And there's work tomorrow.

Woe.

Friday, December 26, 2008

On the mend.

Happy to report that it's Boxing Day, aka day 5 post-surgery and I'm still in one piece. By that I mean something yellow and gross hasn't exploded out of the side of my cheek like a scene out of Aliens (except it's my cheek instead of my tummy).

Aside from the queasy tummy - Christmas Dinner last night at my colleague's place (I've been on a steady diet of porridge since the extraction, and it was all spicy Indian food last night. Need I say more?) - and the still swollen-like-a-puffer-fish-cheek, I think I'm on the road to recovery (the slow lane with the traffic jam).

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas Eve.

I opened my eyes this morning to the sound of the rain coming down hard and fast outside my window.

I didn't quite want to get out of bed, but I couldn't quite lie there forever either because I had a check-up at the dentist in a couple of hours so instead, I rolled off to the side to grab my laptop for a quick update to the blog.

There is much to do pre the dentist visit - like brush my teeth for starters. I haven't done so since Monday when they sedated me, yanked out two of my wisdom teeth leaving a gaping hole, and stitches (sutures?) where they used to sit. Don't judge ! I'm told it's perfectly normal not to do so (not brush your teeth that is) for the first couple of days because you don't want to rip the stitches - brushing one's teeth being quite a vigorous exercise aferall. So instead, I've just been rinsing my mouth - gently of course.

Today feels nothing like Christmas eve. Could be partly due to the fact that I've been holed up in my room since Monday, and partly due to the fact that I'm not quite so looking forward to yet another day of porridge and potentially some grape jello (if I'm lucky).

If I was living in a country which snowed - would it be the gently plod plodding of snow I hear dropping gently onto my roof and yard and covering everything in a blanket of white, as opposed to this angry pounding I hear now ?

Would that make it feel any more festive ? I wonder.

Anyway, have a very Merry Christmas ! I leave you with some naked baby pictures - they always make me smile :)


Caelynn at 4 months

Cara at 4 months

Yvette at 6-8months



Ryan at 6-8months

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Hungry.

I'm watching 'makan places lost and found' on Channel 5 now, and feeling mighty hungry. The stall being featured now is one called mien and specialises in pasta - carbs, yums !

It's only one day post-surgery and already I'm sick of my porridge.

Give me something else. Now !

Monday, December 22, 2008

Ouch.

My mouth is sore, and my head is pounding.

I wasn't built for this kind of pain.

Going under LA and being sedated for a good 2 and a half hours has left me well and thoroughly spent.

:(

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Pre-Christmas Celebrations

So because I'm having my wisdom tooth (teeth ? it's two that's going you know) taken out on Monday - leaving me in a swollen, painful, drooly state - we had our 'Christmas' dinner last night at the Ichiban Boshi at the Esplanade.

I love going to Ichiban Boshi because they have such interesting and fun sushis, compared to other revolving-belt chains (Sushi Tei and Sakae Sushi). We tried one with cheese, mayo and corn yesterday, and another that we couldn't even identify - we only know it had chewy bits and green bits. They also have great set menus which are usually so huge, they're a meal for two. Very good value for money!

We went there with one goal, and one goal in mind. That is, to fill up my tum tum beyond the normal ranges of 'full', in preparation for the week of starvation ahead. Over the Christmas period too, mind you. But it was either now, or next year - and even though it's just a month away to next year, I know once I start procrastinating I'll never get round to it so I decided to just be an adult about it, suck it up (not that I'll be able to do much sucking post-surgery) and get it over and done with.

I feel like such an adult now that I'm doing this.

"Yes, i'm getting my wisdom tooth taken out. Mm hmm."

Doesn't it sound so terribly like an adult ?

My, I feel I'm growing up right before my very eyes.

We took a short stroll along the promenade after dinner, and then sat by the river to talk. We talked about starting up our own agency one day, what it would be called and most importantly - what our philosophy would be. Derailed. I'm not sure if we'll ever take that leap, but for now, I think our more immediate plans are outward-bound.

Anyway, monday. *gulps*

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

In a state of frump.

I've been feeling particularly miserable at work this past couple of weeks - but yet I can't decide if it's the work that I don't like, or just a particular dementor that's getting me down.

It's silly that I should let someone make me hate my job - a job that I worked so hard to get. An industry that I proclaimed to love barely two years ago, when I was fresh out of uni.

I've been toying back and forth with the idea of making a career switch lately, so I spent 15minutes surfing around the jobsdb website. But there was nothing on it that really inspired me, and it got me back to thinking that I do love the inudstry that I'm in - at least for now.

It just really irks me that all it takes is one mean-spirited person to make me hate it so. I just want to pull my hair out and stomp my feet.

!!!

I hope I find my way out of this frump soon.

*big sigh*

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Race completed!

I'm feeling really pooped now, but proud of myself all the same that I finished my first half marathon so I thought I'd do a short update whilst waiting for my Maccas to arrive.

Double cheeseburger meal for me, and a Mega-mac meal for him.

We started the day in a panic. My dad dropped us off at the train station because all the roads surrounding my place were blocked off (or so I thought), since it was part of the race route. Got to the train station, realised it was closed - CLOSED ! It was 540am, and our flagoff time was at 630am, giving us not a lot of time to get there, check in our bags (with 50,000 other people) and then make our way to the starting line.

I was afraid we'd be late, because then we'd be considered a non-finisher, even if we ran the entire race. And damn it, I wanted that medal !

So anyway, couldn't get a cab from there - well there was one, but the guy was parked there sleeping in his cab. Called daddy again to the rescue. He came down, picked us up and dropped us at the old Parliament House. We deposited our bag (in a very muddy tent - mud and shoes with holes for ventilation don't really go, I spent most of the race feeling like my feet were damp and fermentaing) and then I realised my bib that I was affixing paper clips to had suddenly disappeared ! One minute I was holding it, the next I was taking my ishuffle out of the bag and then it was just gone !

Honestly, it amazes me how feather-brained I can be. I let go of things without even realising.

I retraced my steps and thankfully found it just outside the baggage deposit tent. So baggage - deposited. Bib - found. Shuffle - clipped to my shorts.

Off we went in search of the starting line, along the Esplanade.

3hr 04min was the timing (based on the gun time) when I crossed the finish line - but my actual running time (discounting the long walk before I actually crossed the starting line) according to runpix.com is 2hr 59min - just under 3 hours was my goal, so I'm quite pleased!

I know we could have done better though because we had all these stops along the way:
1. walking (quite a lot)

2. pee break (him - long queue!) - that was probably one of the most trying 15minutes of my life because he decided to stop for a pee break at the halfway point, which incidentally, happens to be literally right outside the start of the road that I live on.

3. drink stops (on the way back, we were counting how many cups were strewn on the roads - there must have been at least a 100,000 given there were 50,000 runners and each had at least 2, but most, like myself, had at least 6-7)

4. deep heat stop (my ankle and knee were killing me at about the 13km mark so I grabbed a glob of deep heat from one of the volunteers and just smeared it all over both knees - couldn't reach the ankles - and for the next 3km it was burning! but at least the pain from the knee stopped, although my ankle and foot are still hurting. very much)

The boyfriend was incredibly supportive and with me every step of the way, even though I know he's hugely competitive and was dying to press on after the people who were over-taking us. He cheered me on, waited for me and kept me hydrated with his hydration belt in between the drink stations.

Particularly so on the home stretch - he wouldn't let me stop to walk. The last 750m, he was just screaming in my ear to keep going so I ran down past St Andrew's Road, past Old Parliament House and almost threw up once I crossed the 'Finish' line.

But it was a good feeling. And I'm glad we did this.

What's next :)