Monday, June 28, 2010

Days and days of porridge

Just had my wisdom tooth extracted. Was on the dentist chair for about 40 mins and after 3 painful jabs (very long needles) and 1190 dollars poorer, was destined to suffer for the next 5 days in pain.

My cheek swelled up to the size of a fish ball and in jest I christened myself "half a chipmunk." In truth, the days that I had fevers were absolutely horrid.

With tender loving care from the family, I had "baby food" prepared and cooled for my meals everyday. My mum even painstakingly cut up my noodles till microscopic sizes.

I don't mean to sound ungrateful but after days and days of porridge and chopped up noodles, I find myself wishing for fried chicken or something totally sinful. (my ben n jerry ice cream don't count)

The only porridge I can bear eating for 5 days is porridge with lotsa love. So glad to be home!!