So Merry Christmas everybodayyy! :D It's great to see everybody getting together and celebrating the birth of our Saviour again! Christmas has never been so special to me before. Especially after what I went through on Christmas and the days after that. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, I was hospitalised on Christmas. Lol. It's sad that my orthodontist only realise I need to extract some teeth after almost two years since I had my braces. It was overwhelming to receive so many messages asking me what's going on and all that. So to make things clear, I spent Christmas in the hospital only because I have a teeth extraction that required me to be knocked out completely during the process. Hence, blah blah blah.
I wouldn't say I was very happy about spending Christmas in the hospital but it was definitely better than having the extraction before Christmas and suffer later on until the end of the year. So on Christmas, I got to the hospital early in the morning, registered, took pictures, and had everything related to Christmas played in my head over and over again until I'm asleep. Each time I woke up, there's either food from the hospital or food from mommy on the table because she and the Big Fat Bully won't stop coming in and out of the ward bringing me food, food and more food.
|That's mommy trying to feed me even before the extraction begun, gosh.|
The oranges were not bad :D I'm glad I stayed up on Christmas Eve and spent most of the time sleeping in the hospital. Or else I wouldn't know what I'd be doing on Christmas other than desperately praying for WiFi access and reading Mockingjay!
The worst things that could happen during Christmas is having your arms pricked 5 times, sleeping with needles sticking in your veins and being super paranoid whenever you move cz you don't wanna do anything that's gonna break the needles in your hands. The first needle that got into my arm was the WORST kind. It took one whole tube of blood it's enough for the whole vampire cast in TVD. I don't watch whenever they pricked needles into my arms. I blank out most of the time, or just look left and right and repeat until the pain sinks in. And then this happened.
|Awesome bloody stuff.|
I thought it was cool to have a guitar-shaped blood stain on the cotton, HAHA. Later that night, I was called to a room where I did the same thing when I get pricked. This time was a lot worse. I kept looking left and right, waiting for the pain to sink in but IT NEVER DID. Each time I looked at my hand, the nurse was aiming AND AIMING AND AIMING at my vein. It took her so long to finally decide which vein to stick the needle in. My blood was gushing out at the opening of the needle until she fastened a plastic cap. As if the scene wasn't bloody enough, the nurse wrote some code on the plastic with some bloodier red ink marker pen.
|Bloody meets bloodier.|
I went back to bed feeling extra extra paranoid cz I HAVE A FRIGGIN' NEEDLE IN MY VEIN that can only be taken out after everything is done. I spent the night reading the Mockingjay and allowed the story to take my mind off to Panem where I can worry about Peeta instead of the stupid needle in my hand.
|I had Katniss aiming an arrow at me the whole night.|
I slept as soundly as ever that night, only because the hospital bed is the best bed ever, but I still woke up every few hours to make sure the needle is still in place and not broken. Other than that, I just woke up to pee, lol.
Given that I had a needle in my hand the whole time, tying my hair was the most difficult thing to do ever! I can't exactly twist my hand here and there to get my hair in place unless I wanna feel the needle digging into my flesh and trust me, the feeling was the worst :( The paranoia didn't fade one bit. In fact, it got worse when the nurse came and unscrew the plastic cap and connected it to the hanging solution that's suppose to drip some nutrients and stuffs into your veins. I don't know why but anything involves touching the needle in my hand just freaks me out. I tried not to look, it helped.
The day after Christmas, mommy came over and spent the night with me. That afternoon was one of the worst day I've ever had. It all happened so quickly. I woke up looking as pale as Azog, only thing I wasn't strong and big like him. But then again, who would wanna look like him? Lol. I looked like I haven't slept in days. Then suddenly, I was in one of those surgery outfit where you can only tie the strings together at the back to keep everything in place. Being in the operation theatre was the WORST EXPERIENCE EVER. Don't get me wrong, I never felt like dying but the doctors won't stop forcing all sorts of clear liquid into my veins through that stupid needle. IT HURT SO BAD. It's like having tons of cookie dough stuffed into your veins when you know it's obviously impossible. But it did happen, and I can still feel the pain at this moment. Ouch.
I was waiting for the sedative to consume me. When it finally did, it was the best feeling ever. It's like I blacked out in the middle of the wilderness where the doctor kept telling me that he's gonna stick another needle into my left hand. I don't know what's his problem but he just kept repeating it. Before I blacked out completely, I felt a familiar kind of pain in my upper left arm that no one told me I'm suppose to feel. Once again, I got pricked. Everything happened in a blink of an eye, like LITERALLY. Opening my eyes was the hardest thing to do. It took all the strength in me to open my eyes partially only to close them in less than one second.
I caught a glimpse of blood-soaked cottons pulled out of my mouth. When I woke up the second time, all I saw was blood blood and fresh red blood all over my blanket and pillow case (that was meant for the icepack). HAHA Y'all can chill, lol. It's not as disgusting as it sounds :D BUT THEN IT IS when all that was in my mouth was MORE BLOOD and saliva. The nurse told me I need to learn to swallow my saliva and I'm like "NO WAY ON EARTH I'M GONNA SWALLOW MY BLOODY SALIVA", psychologically. I was so thirsty but all I did was spitting out more blood and saliva. I didn't wanna swallow anything until all the blood was out of my mouth. I drank some water when I finally had all the blood out of my mouth but in just a matter of seconds, my mouth was filled with blood again. I realised spitting was useless, but still I spat and involuntarily swallowed blood the whole night I have no idea how much of a vampire I've become. Only thing is, I'm feeding on my own blood, lol.
When I really really woke up for real, the statement repeated by the doctor over and over again before I got knocked out was REAL. I had another needle stuck into my veins.
What's worse is that there were more bruises on my arms which indicates I got pricked while I was unconscious. Honestly felt like breaking down after finding out I got pricked so many times! Thank God mommy brought my favourite socks. It was somehow comforting. To make things better, I slept under an extra layer of blanket that night.
|Getting pricked again and again.|
Nothing about the whole process was nice, but if I were to pick the least worst thing that happened ever since I got into the hospital, that would be getting sedated. HAHA :D Not that I wanna relive the moment, but yea. I was so happy when mommy told me they kept my extracted teeth but I didn't wanna see it immediately cz I wanna surprise myself when I gain strength later. HAHA! So here it is, the gory image of my extracted teeth!
*WARNING : It is disgusting. Don't say I didn't warn you.
You can still run away from it, you know?
OKAY, here it is.
|Tadaaahhhh! All 8 of them in total.|
My dentist underestimated my teeth and thought it's gonna be easy cz they didn't think my roots will be curvy and all that. I don't know what happened there but they crushed my teeth! Now that everything is over, my cheeks and lips are slightly swollen. I have a hard time swallowing, and my neck hurts. I'm still paranoid but at least I don't have needles stuck in my veins anymore! Parts of my body are aching since the extraction. Not sure if it's normal or what but I'm glad I'm fine :) I run my tongue around the hollows in my gums every now and then even though I was told not to do so. Sometimes, I can extend my tongue and reach the back of my gums where my wisdom teeth used to be. But all I can feel now are the stitches made and a deep deep hole that goes nowhere. I can't wait to recover asap and get the stitches out of my mouth so I can finally eat again without being paranoid!
I'm so thankful for all the care and support from everybody :D Glad that nothing went wrong. Now rejoice! Because it's Christmas and there's more to it than just exchanging gifts. It's because of the birth and death of our Saviour that we're here today. Merry Christmas everybody!
|My lips and cheeks are actually visibly swollen.|