Despite the raspy voice, I tried to sing in the car last week! My car was actually in the workshop for service and I was driving hubby’s car. The radio was on and although I would have much preferred my music (CDs) without the DJ’s constant chatter, I dealt with it.
A favorite song came on and the Adele in me tried, in vain, to sing along. What was I thinking of? I can hardly string an audible sentence and there I was trying to sing. Silly me.
Happy New Year! It’s a brand new year and a quiet one. Yes, I am still down with laryngitis and totally drained of energy to even talk. So we had a quiet unfancy dinner at home and quietly ushered in the new year at the stroke of midnight. Hopefully when the weekend is over, I will be back to normal.
Not quite the start to a new year that I had envisioned…
It was an intense two weeks with M1 back; there was so much eating and traveling. And suddenly, it’s all over. She left for the States yesterday night via Changi Airport, Singapore. Although there was an hour delay from KLIA2, the 5 hour buffer is sufficient for her to catch her connecting this morning, unlike her 50-minute gap the other day.
That one, all legs of the flight were delayed (from the US-inbound to outbound) and she had 10-minutes to run to the gate at Narita. But thankfully, it worked out fine then.
By the time this gets posted, she would have flown only a few minutes to Narita International and a long way more to go.
Yes, I am tracking her flight on flightaware.com. And it was a restless night in between anxiety and fits of cough. It will be a restless next 24 hours until I know she’s arrived safely. Unfortunately, it has been several restless nights for me with this awful infection that I am having that has caused me to lose my voice.
I thought my record of getting laryngitis would be broken this year (three years in a row I had it) but no, it struck the week after we returned from Penang. So now, I am into my second week of this suffering. The inflammation in the throat has gone but so has the voice!
I guess it didn’t help that during the Christmas Eve dinner, I bravely downed red wine, white wine, coffee and whiskey. I didn’t overeat, I just drank a variety of drinks. I thought heck, why not? Alcohol kills germs. Plus, we were celebrating a happy occasion and let’s be merry about it!
Then on Christmas night, we went for steamboat, to complete M1’s ‘to eat’ list. Golly, by Boxing Day, I was rendered speechless. I am not even hoarse, just totally speechless. It takes a lot of energy to muster up even a tiny bit of strength to speak and even then, I cannot be heard by all three of them. (Silent sigh)…
So when M1 left, whatever that has to be said has been spoken (thankfully much earlier before my illness struck); whatever else that still needs to be spoken was left unspoken as a result of my inability. It’s tiring to aggravate the vocals.
Maybe less words spoken at this juncture is better. It was a quick emotional goodbye, a hug and again, some tears and she went through the gate. Hubby and M2 held up much better.
Unlike her first time leaving home in March, this time I take relief in knowing she’s going off to university as a Sophomore and being more exposed, I shouldn’t worry too much and should focus on getting my voice back. It has been too intense for me.
(Silent sigh)…
It wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated. Sometimes the anticipation of the unknown is more fearful than the actual act itself. The dentist injected the gum area and within a short moment, numbness set in; he then extracted my pre-molar and that’s it. I am now toothless.
It wasn’t even painful.
It feels funny to have a gap and especially so when I gargle my mouth. Water keeps gushing through the side. And I simply cannot recall how it feels like when I had gaps in between my teeth during my younger days. It was dinosaur years ago.
So I will let the gum heal before the next step of action. Initially I am leaning towards getting an implant but now, having second thoughts about it. A girlfriend told me that having an implant done is far more painful than giving birth! Coming from someone who had gone through three childbirths, I think I ought to weigh her advise seriously.
Gulp.
She said the pain stays with you and if your tolerance level is not up there, the suffering is simply horrible. In fact, indescribable as horrible cannot even describe the pain.
In comparison, after enduring childbirth, you can see your child grow and the pain is worth it. But an implant? It’s just a tooth in the mouth.
Hmm. I may end up not doing anything and just let it be. Live with the gap and be toothless.
Today is the day! I will have my pre-molar tooth removed. Brr…
The appointment is scheduled for late afternoon. Brr…
Yes, I am having the shivers thinking about it. Brr…
Brr..
I couldn’t stand it anymore. My strickened pre-molar hurt when I played golf on Saturday and it throbbed on Sunday when the masseur patted me down on the back after the massage.
So I decided to see the dentist yesterday. Sure enough; just as I suspected something was not right after the persimmon episode, he confirmed that the tooth had really split down the middle; the bite on the persimmon seed did it in.
He even scrapped out the loose old filling to prove his point and I could see one half of the tooth wobbly when he probed it. It’s gone and I cannot salvage it anymore.
What choice do I have left but to have it extracted?
The big day will be this Friday and I will have a gap for a month before I decide the next step: a bridge or implant.
It was after dinner last night and I fancied some persimmon. Hubby was nice enough to cut the fruit for me and I was just innocently munching on it.
And the unexpected happened…
I must have mis-chewed and bit on the seed of the fruit for I felt a horrible crack. My pre-molar! Ouch.
Probing the tooth with my tongue, indeed I have traumatised the tooth again with the impact. Something feels misaligned. Sigh… I foresee the impending visit to the dentist may be much, much sooner.
Just when I thought I was managing my strickened pre-molar well, the filling of my bottom left back molar fell off! The victim of the bread incident, remember? And I think I may have swallowed the filling. Super sigh…
I wasn’t even eating something hard, I had vermicelli noodles! Unbelievable. How to preserve the teeth so that nothing falls off, cracks and buckle under pressure?
Maybe I shouldn’t eat… Hmm.
So I managed to get an appointment with the dentist yesterday. The outcome was not good. The little gaping hole was actually not that big a hole but it’s the tooth that I should be worried.
The dentist did a quick patch up job and explained that the hairline crack splitting my tooth down its middle has grown! Oh dear. The next big impact may result in it to be pulled out. Gulp. Not good at all.
What have I been eating? I thought I have been very careful but he said it is no point to chew on one side because the hairline crack has been in existence for a while now. No matter how I eat, there will always be grinding and force even if I used only one side.
The day will come when the tooth finally gives in and splits. Hopefully not that soon. And when that day comes, I have two choices, either a bridge or an implant. Crowning is not an option with the weaken base. So with either one, it’s bye bye pre-molar, you’ve been good while you lasted. Sigh…
Last night I flossed my teeth and felt something sharp. A little chip… uh oh. Methinks at this point, that day will come sooner than later.
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It is exhilarating to finally see the sun and feel some heat. The past several days, there has been a change in the weather. Strong winds and lots of rain. The haze is slowly ebbing away, slowly but surely.
School has been back in motion with M2 studying away in preparation for the postponed final exam but golf activities are hampered by rain this time. Can’t win them all but I am not complaining. Breathing is better, vision is clearer and blue skies are here! Yay.
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