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.

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.

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).

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

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 !

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.

:(

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*