Timing

Scumbag things that happen at the wrong time, at the same time: 

1. Wisdom tooth surgery, two days before Kor's departure
2. Kor's departure is at 7.30am.
3. We have to leave by 5am. GREAT. 
4. No solids for several days. GREAT. 
5. Eyelids are swollen from some arseworthy insect who decided to bite me in the wrong places on the same night of my surgery. 
6. Medication is making me slightly woozy.
7. How am I gonna get up that early in the morning with my sinus issues?
8. Mum is vomiting and nauseous from either eating some prawns, or the pesticide poison the man sprayed in our garden today. 
9. I'm hungry and can't eat. 
10. My sleep clock is all messed up from excessive sleep. 

Though the good news is, the swelling has receded this morning! Yay! Stupid insect. If I wasn't unfortunate enough to have to wait out my recovery period. 

The other good news is, there is almost no pain in my jaw(as long as I don't touch my cheek, or open it too wide)! YAY! Well, not so much yay, since it's all prolly down to my painkillers. The amount of medication I have to take is absolutely depressing. I don't mind my anti-swelling pills, which are only for three days, and are as tiny as sweets and tasteless. My daytime painkiller is -alright-, my night time painkiller is this huge white tablet which, though tasteless, makes me want to puke. At least these stuff doesn't last more than five days. 

My antibiotics, however, are a nightmare. They smell so bad that I could literally puke them out if I didn't hold my breath, or swallow them with my porridge to hide the smell. I don't know who created them, but they are disgusting beyond words. And the sad thing is, I have to finish them. *SOB* Stupid green pills. I remember struggling to swallow them the first time round. Adrian emptied the pill's contents into water so I could drink it instead, but it turned out to be worse. Such a sweetheart, knowing everything to do. Thankfully I don't need any major looking after this time round. He's in Australia anyway, learning to walk and talk like his white brothers. 

Also, I was such a genius to google wisdom teeth surgery images, right after I returned home from the clinic. Fantastic idea, Esther, fantastic idea. If you didn't get yourself traumatized enough, your jaw started to hurt real bad. Though it was a good idea you didn't google it before you had your surgery. 

Anyways, my current and future days will be pretty boring, while I wait out the ten days till my stitches are removed. And then there'll be another week before full recovery, and that's that for my traumatic dental experience. I hope. 

P.S. Mum got riled up that I pronounced my medication "an-TAI-swelling" instead of "an-TEE-swelling". She said that American pronunciations are influencing us too much, and that we need to stick to our original British way. Honestly, I wasn't sure which were which when I said so. Hahah. Dem Americanos.