Oh My Molar - Wisdom tooth
So it's another Sunday morning, except unlike the last, I am not in the Catholic mass.
Neither am I feeling good about my dress or sitting posture.
I'm literally slouched on my bed with my upper back resting on the hard wall.
God knows I need me the princess lifestyle I fantasize of day and night.
But until then, this is another one of my very lively posts that promises to be random.
I mean random is life, life is random.
No matter how put together we humans have managed to make it seem, it's still random and I'm holding unto that with no scientific proof or reason however.
I don't need one anyway, I'm just going to go on as random.
Why does this autocorrect keep changing my 'random' to 'Ransome' anyways?
So so talking about random or not so random, I was painfully dealing with my left wisdom tooth's eruption most of last week.
And oh my goodness it wasn't the most beautiful thing to deal with coupled with a heartbreak.
But here I am with a sore in place of my swollen gum and my teeth still feeling weird against eachother.
But it doesn't hurt as much. And to think I had the thought that I might have to remove the tooth because of how much pain it caused me.
I even watched YouTube videos about the surgery before going to bed. I woke up to the pain while trying to think of which type of pain relief I'd ask from the doctor before going to the theatre.
And how much it was all going to cost.
Now that I think of it and type it all here, I find it funny.
And if anything, I find myself grateful to God too.
I mean I feel better now, a lot more better than how I did taking the bus and walking around looking for the new location of the new clinic on Thursday last week. That was 6, July 2023.
The experience wasn't tragic. I mean I sat and waited and moved around for the process. It wasn't that bad.
I got one of the prescribed drugs from the clinic and had to go out of the school but still in the school environment, we call it South Gate of the school for the other two drugs in the pharmacy.
I asked questions like what the pharmacist thought I should and not do while I used the drugs and she mentioned stuff I already had in mind.
I mean it's only reasonable and unfoolish(if there was a word like that in the dictionary) that I do not chew hard food or eat too much sugary stuff.
After all, I could barely drink water from the pain.
It started to relive me as I used the drugs as per prescription and again, I'm glad for that.
Oh right, there's the part of the perfumes and body sprays I saw too.
Yes, at the pharmacy and I got reminded immediately of my bunkmate who literally uses all the body deodorant necessary except the roll on because of how irritated her armpits react to it.
And I was just one solidified thought away from making the purchase, but I held back because it really wasn't in my budget and I had spent a reasonable amount of the money my mom and sister kept with me.
That would have been totally unecessary and frowned upon by my mom, especially since I already have one body perfume that I can't name because it's written in Arabic and I only bought it because it was pink.
Yes I love pink and I postponed my purchase until the moment I pay back my debt.
So until then, I'll like to revisit the scene and train of events from that sunny Thursday morning.
I remember this because I had looked up and struck some poses for the sun to take pictures.
Yes, I'm a great admirer of nature especially the sun, the clouds at daytime, dawn, sunset and nighttime.
And I love to smile; actually it's something I do naturally, at the sky when I sight the beauty.
Okay okay, back to the scene.
After getting the drugs at the pharmacy, I went ahead to buy fruits. I thought that since I couldn't chew food then the fruits could at least take its place, but oh was I wrong?
First off, they were expensive, the Bananas especially. Bananas and plaintain was literally double it's price so I had to go to three different stalls before finally getting a bunch.
I got a slice of watermelon and pineapple too.
Fast forward to when I got back to the hostel.
I was so hungry as I couldn't have breakfast because of the pain so I wanted to have my fruits at least, only for me to realise that I couldn't have been more wrong.
The pineapple required chewing and so did the watermelon.
I was pained honestly, but then I have friends, so I called my girlfriend (a girl that's my good friend) and she had them while I focused on sucking the bananas.
Please remove every r18 thoughts that followed the last sentence. I had to get something in my tummy.
I also sliced it thinly and tried to swallow. Worked for a while but it was slow and I was hungry, so I did what I did with more teeth though.
I did that, and guess what. I still didn't feel full.
I mean of course I didn't.
And the doctor or whatever the position of the person attending to me asked if I had ulcer and mentioned that I should eat well before using my drugs.
Ulcer, I had 6 or 7 years ago and although I never mentioned to my parents after that trip to the hospital after they were called from school, I still had reoccurring instances that put me in so much pain.
Those times that I knew without a doubt that it was the stomach ulcer acting up.
So yeah, I knew I had to eat well before taking the drugs. I'm no fan of hospitals and I didn't want to revisit for such reasons.
So I maintained my pain, from both my tooth and stomach ( hunger just like now) until evening when I finally had something to eat(I don't remember what, but I think spag or maybe noodles or both) then I had my drugs.
I went for night class/reading too with my level mate and I felt so good during it because the pain was literally non existent.
The oy thing I could feel was the swollen gum and did I play with it?
Oh well woke up the next day to pain, them I understand then and there how people who relied on drugs felt when they couldn't have them.
Life's not so easy for a lot of people and oh well, I hope they find peace and calmness still.
