It's indeed an eventful year!

I woke up with a bad dream this morning at 4+. I dreamt that one of my lessons was pushed early so that I could go for my wisdom teeth operation. In the process of the lesson, a friend offered me a KIT KAT and I ate it. To my horror, I realised I shouldn't eat and drink before the operation. Thus, I need to postpone the operation AGAIN. I was so mad at myself that I started throwing my stuff and scolding harsh words (vulgarities probably). Then my lecturer tried to sit me down and told me to cry it out when everyone left but I refused. I woke up and immediately put a reminder of not eating and drinking on my HP wallpaper.

A friend mentioned before that dreams do tell us some things in life and we have to figure it out. Like a schoolmate who mentioned that he always dreamt of close ones dying and he unconsciously revealed that he doesn't think life is meaningful. So we concluded that could be his state of mind and thus he dreamt of death. For me, I guess I was too afraid of postponing the operation again and again.

Well, it's indeed an experience to be in the operation room. If possible, I will never want to step into one again. Before the operation, I was asked a similar set of questions such as, "Is this your name? Is your IC correct? Do you have drug allergy.... etc" for at least 5 times. Note: This questions were still asked when I went into the ward. About 3 times.

Then the anaesthetist tried to inject the needle into my vein a few times... I wonder how many holes I had before he injected it in properly. It was painful!!!!!!! Guess, I must have had bruises like Jen. I don't even dare to take out the handyplast.

Then I was given a mask to breathe in pure oxygen. It was kind of hard to breathe with that mask on. Subsequently I was told to breathe HARD. I did and I became heavy headed. They told me to open my eyes, but they were too heavy to be opened fully. Soon, I was unconscious! The feeling was like falling into a deep pitch ALONE cos I literally felt that I dropped from a high place and losing myself. Probably that's how death feels like.

After don't know how long, the nurse woke me up and I was shivering in cold. The gave me a warmth machine to keep me warm. I slept there for a while more before they shifted me back to the ward where I slept and washed my mouth MANY TIMES. That's quite an experience!

Here's a picture of my 4 BIG wisdom teeth! It wasn't clear because it's too er xin to be washed and taken 1 by 1. Should I wash them and keep them? Any suggestions from my readers?


If you are wondering why there are 5 pieces in that small container, well, they cut up one of the tooth to extract it.

Next is the super painful catherer on my hand even after the operation (I thinks that's how it's spelt).


Yeah! I got 8 days of MC. But what's the point? I still have to go for tuition tomorrow night. Do my part for the pyscho project. Go to school to finish up our psycho project on Thursday, means must attend lessons. CGM on Friday. Sungei Buloh Trip on Sat. MC is not fully utilised!