Guess I've been away for too long but I've been kept happy by work albeit rather busy. Nothing much has happened to me apart from a "major" surgery.
A couple of weeks back, I felt this excruciating ache at the back of my right cheek. The pain was familiar because it reminded me of my wisdom tooth. A trip to the dentist affirmed the lingering suspicion and this time round, my bottom wisdom tooth was impacted and made worse by the overgrown wisdom tooth growing out from the top. Inflammation was slowly eating its way into my threshold for pain. A dental surgeon was summoned due to the position of the tooth that was pressing precariously on the nerves, which I was warned as a matter of formality, that surgery might cause some form of permanent numbness on my lips. I pressed ahead and got myself on the schedule of the dental surgeon.
The dental surgeon isn't my usual dentist so I'm terribly unfamiliar with this character. As it turns out, he wasn't as gentle as my dentist. All the yanking, drilling and pulling in a normal dental surgery was amplified by the raw sense of unfamiliarity. Before the anesthetic jab did its job, the surgeon started tugging and I was put on the edge of cliff faint.
Within the longest 10 minutes of my life, I walked out of the operating theatre with the look of a miserable chipmunk. As Blue Potato was unable to take time off work, I made my way back feeling numb. Fortunately, Synflex knocked me out the entire afternoon. But the very moment I woke up, I could feel the pain slowly creeping in. Sitting in the living room all by myself while waiting for my liquid dinner to make its way to me, a rush of emotional engulfed me. I started crying and thinking to myself that I wish my Mom was there so that she could cook me a pot of yummy congee. It's been a long while since I felt so vulnerable. The last time was when I was in thousands of miles away in Shanghai and I was down with food poisoning.
The next couple of days became the best opportunity to catch up on my beauty sleep, knocking myself out with every fresh dose of painkillers. Work haunted me in sporadic bursts during the little pockets of time that I was actually awake or coherent. By Day 03, I was dying to be back in the office. Under the illusion that I was well, I hobbled my way into work the next day. Terrible mistake as the recovery wasn't as smooth as I assumed it to be. Paralysed by nagging pain, I could only be in the office a little more than half a day.
A week after the surgery, my pain did not subside and if anything, it became worse. I was hugging my right cheek as I tried my best to concentrate on the exciting Singapore F1 race shown on TV. The pain warranted an early night but pain isn't exactly sleep's best friend. The constant moaning of horny cats in the neighbourhood only frustrates a very sleepy me further. It doesn't take a genius to guess the next work day had to end early. Returning to the dentist was imperative. A quick inspection by the dentist concludes that I'm suffering from bone infection which is affecting the recovery process. Stitches will not come off until another round of antibiotics is completed and provided the swelling has gone down. So that's another week of suffering ahead of me. Meanwhile, I can only try to hit the sack early tonight and pray hard that the cats were exhausted from their vigorous activities last night.
