23rd October, 2008
This Is The Immense Pain
I feel like I’ve gotten my cramps all over again, except this time, in my mouth.
The reason why I haven’t been able to update as frequently in the last few days is because I’ve been drugged up. Even when I wrote that last post, I was drugged up. On Saturday, I went to the dentist and had him extract two teeth to make room for the whole braces operation. Afterward, I passed out for five hours, despite getting a lot of sleep the night before.
Yes, the extraction hurts like a bitch and it’s starting to hurt again now. I think my pain either got worse, as in I may have done something to make it worse or it got worse on its own, or I’ve developed a higher tolerance for Advil. If so, then I’m fucked. Seriously, they should have just given me Vicodin or something. What pisses me off more is that when I had my wisdom teeth pulled (yes, I did both of them separately), it didn’t hurt this much for this long. I was fine after a day or two. But this pain? It’s immense. I can cry with this pain because it’s that horrible.
And of course, I’m braving it all out again by going back this Saturday to pull out the other two. I’m fucked.
I have other things on my mind as well, but at the moment, since the pain is returning, this is all I can think about.
Tags: dentist, pain, teeth extraction, toothache
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14th September, 2008
This Is A Lot For One Weekend
The week went by alright. In all reality, I was just waiting for the weekend. The VSA Tet Trung Thu festival was fun. I tried to make my own lantern, but failed. I’m really liking this whole thing. It’s a lot easier knowing that a few of the members are also in my class, so I don’t feel like an odd one out. One of the SOPi girls is in the club too.
So I got a job! It wasn’t the security monitoring position that I had originally wanted, but this will still be good. I’ll get paid more anyway. My “official” title is “Student Assistant II” and all I have to do is take care of the computers for the School of Social Welfare. There were some issues since I am a current student of the school, so they’ll just have to adjust a few things, such as the administrative passwords and deny me access to a few of the computers (Dean’s, advisor’s computers, etc). It will be maybe about 12 hours a week, depending on how much they want me to do. I’m really liking how this semester is turning out.
The weekend finally came, but before I had to take care of a few things. I went to go see an orthodontist for a consultation. Hopefully, my dad will allow me to get the braces. Sure, I’ll feel a little more self-conscious than I already do now about my teeth, but it will be worth it in the end. I’m hoping my dad will let me get the ceramic braces instead of the regular metal ones because the ceramic ones are a little less visible. However, it is $800 more to have the ceramics on both arches.
EC had a little bit of a beer pong thing on Friday night. A few people were there, one old face (he had gone camping last week) and a few new ones. My partner and I lost the first two games we played. On the third game, I had a new partner, his roommate, J and we won! (Despite the fact that I was already tipsy by that point). We slept in Saturday morning and because I’m a chick, I couldn’t stand to see the place look dirty, so I cleaned up while EC was at his Chinese class. When he came back from class, I was talking to him about how I had mentioned to JYL that I thought about taking EC to get a manicure, but she said that it would be a surefire way to get rid of him. So I brought up that conversation with JYL to EC and he mentioned that he actually wouldn’t mind getting a manicure. Just to make sure that he wasn’t “weird,” I asked his roommate, J, if he thought the same thing. Since J agreed that getting a manicure wouldn’t be so bad, I suggested getting one together, all three of us that is. They agreed and that was that. We ate pho (Vietnamese noodle soup) and then got manicures and pedicures. I was enjoying the site of seeing them both get pampered. It was hilarious. Of course, afterward, they kept commenting how different and how “clean” their hands and feet felt. I told JYL that I had gotten them both to go with me and she said, “He must like you a lot.”
Well, with that last sentence, he might like me, but we’re not doing anything serious just yet. I will explain this in a moment.
We headed back to the apartment and earlier, I had mentioned to EC that I wanted to stop by a Vietnamese festival that was going on for the mid-Autumn celebration. Since he also needed to have dinner with family in San Jose, he didn’t want to drive me down and back to the apartment and then back to his parents, so what he suggest? He told me I could take his car out. YES. I KNOW. I took out the 3rd generation Audi A4 because the Porsche is a stick. (Yes, he has not one, but two cars.) So I drove down and picked up MP to go to the festival. She was also in awe of said car. Once I mentioned that I had spent the night at EC’s, she gave me the look of, “Now I know why he let you take the car.”
MP and I briefly went to the festival. I was stopped by a woman who kept talking about how McCain would be better as a president than Obama. I wanted to leave, but she kept talking and MP wasn’t very good at saving me. Now, I don’t particularly have a choice yet, but I just hated that she was trying to persuade me. We left the festival and went to a primarily Vietnamese center. I wanted to get some cake, so I went into a bakery. Behind the register, this girl was asking me where my mother was. I told her that my mother was at home and I was quite confused as to why this girl was asking me that question since I know that I don’t normally go to the bakery. Then the girl said that she was the one who was renting out the room at my house. The second she said that, there was a big “OH SHIT.” look on my face and in my head. I asked her not to say anything to my mother, but if she does, I’ll be fine. It doesn’t hurt to change the story a little bit, right?
I did some brief grocery (more like snack) shopping at the nearby Vietnamese supermarket and then we headed out to eat dinner at PF Chang’s. The food was alright, but I was quite full from having a chicken kebab at the festival. However, I mentioned to MP that my appetite had been cut down dramatically in the last months, so she suggested that I get checked out for ulcers and whatnot.
I finally got back to EC’s place just in time to get ready to leave for San Francisco. EC’s fraternity brother was hosting his 25th birthday at one of the clubs, Mr. Smith’s. It was an alright place. I liked the decor. It was pretty small though. Since it was his friend, I let EC get drunk so I could drive us home. (Refrence to earlier) All night though, he kept introducing me as his “friend.” At this point, I don’t really care if we’re official or not; I’m having fun and he’s having fun. His friends probably think that we are official, but it’s okay. All that matters is what we know, right? As long as he and I are on the same page, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I’m okay with being his friend and damn, those are some good benefits that I’m getting.
Since he was going to a volleyball match in San Francisco today, we crashed at my place. He left early this morning and then I passed out again. For the rest of this Sunday, I’m waiting until 6pm for the student BBQ hosted by church. I could go earlier to help out, but since I was out all day yesterday, I need to study!
I don’t know if it’s the workload I have, but I feel as if I’m being so much more productive this semester than I have been in a while. It’s a nice feeling to know that I may be getting my life back on track. My mother told me yesterday that my aunts and uncles had commented on my “glow.” She said that when I wasn’t stressed and was happier in life, it showed on my face. I’m glad it did and I have a few people to thank for that, but most of all, I’m proud of myself for getting out of the hole. Well, okay, so I’m not entirely out yet, but I’m climbing and clawing my way out.
Tags: church, clubbing, dentist, EC, JYL, MP, Mr. Smith's, San Francisco, school, Tet Trung Thu, VSA, work
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