I went to see a dentist yesterday.
OMG.
I went to see a dentist yesterday!!
He told me my wisdom teeth need to be extracted because they're causing the infection I'm having now. They stubbornly refused to nudge and he had no choice but to put me under general anaesthesia and drilled my teeth to bits, afterwhich he picked out the broken teeth, fragment by fragment. Like defragmenting a hard drive liddat.
My left cheek is swollen and I cannot talk or eat anything for the next 2 weeks. All I need to do is blow up my right cheek (as in, swell it up. Not bomb it), don a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a white beard to look like him:
Ho ho ho!! Merry Christmas!
Siao.
I think I should stop exaggerating events that happen to me. It gets quite predictable after a while, hor?
Actually, I went to the dental clinic at Queenstown Polyclinic. I know, I stay too far away from there but I was with dar at SGH for his physiotherapy treatment and we wanted to go down to Ikea after that, so the nearest choice was Queenstown, naturally. I have no reason to make a trip down to Tampines Polyclinic and then back to Queenstown, right? The sweltering heat could have killed me instantly, yesterday.
So when the dentist looked at my teeth, I was quite sure I heard him say
"3/8 partially rotted.. 4/8 rotted.... yadda yadda "
to his assistant and I was shocked out of my wits.
I brush my teeth everyday one, hor.
Until I finally realised that what he was saying was not "rotted" but "erupted". Chey. He referred me to National Dental Center and advised me to get all four of my wisdom teeth removed to prevent future similar infections and prescribed me with painkillers, antibiotics and an antiseptic mouthwash.
The antiseptic mouthwash tastes yucky! Tastes bitter and, well, antiseptic.
And my legs are bloody aching. Squatted on my feet early in the bloody morning at 6.45am to mop the bloody floor. I mean, dirty floor.
And all these bloody talk reminds me, I wanted to blog about the movie dar and I went to catch on Monday evening.
Creep.
Stupid show.
No plot.
No story.
Lousy cast.
No twist.
No how.
No why.
No explanation whatsoever.
Nothing.
Just full of violence, blood and rats.
Not to mention, lousy cameraman.
Wasted time and money. A pity I didn't buy popcorn to munch on, or my time would have been better spent in the cinema.
What went on in the show is not even worth mentioning.
To sum up in 2 words,
Fucked up.
I can't remember what I wanted to write about. Like, what's new, huh? Forgetful banana.
OH. OH. OH. OH. OH.
I remember now.
Dar and I played Monopoly in the afternoon after we got back from Ikea.
I lost.
Again.
Shit leh. I wonder why no matter what properties I invest in or not invest in, I go bankrupt as soon as he starts buying houses and hotels. Out of 10 times we play, I will lose 11 times. Can it get any worse? I always land on Income Tax and Go To Jail. He gets his salary every round and I get sent to jail at an average of once every 2 rounds. I land on Income Tax at an average of......... *drumrolls* once every 2 rounds as well. And I have to keep paying to get out of jail, pay rent to dar, pay school fees, doctor's fees, poor tax... POOR TAX!!!! I'm bloody poor still need to pay tax!!! Wa lao. Not fair one.
Dar says this is because he has better luck.
Well, lucky-boy-darling, you better strike 4D tonight.
Wahahahhaa!!
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