It was almost hell. Extracting my bottom two wisdom teeth. I teared, not because it's a painful surgery or what, because the light was shining too brightly into my eyes. Tho i was using a mask over my eyes. I giggled when the surgery ended, don't know why. Sicko me. Lol.

First day, bloody. I drank blood most of the time. And i finished up the whole packet of gauze. One week of medical leave, damn i really needed that! Don't talk about sleeping, with my facial muscles still numb and cramped from local anesthesia, it was hard finding the right position to even rest my head.

And then came the eating part. And i crave for everything in the world on times like this. Depressing? Yes. Damn it. My eating pace is almost 3X slower, knowing that the normal one is already that slow. Huuhuu..

*sigh*

It's been a week. Took off the stitches yesterday. Still on soft diet.

I want some more oyster omelet, paper thosai and frozen yogurt!!