My tooth’s filling fell out again over the weekend! The top right premolar. This time I am not sure how or what. There was no crunch sound nor any remnants of a tooth filling in the mouth.
I don’t think my Sunday morning breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast, followed by some crackers caused it. Something definitely came off because I can feel the irritating small gap with the tip of my tongue.
Sigh. Another visit to the dentist soon.
The epic hazy condition continues! Schools remain closed for the fourth day consecutively, an unprecedented record. The only time school is off is when there is a holiday stretch or a scheduled break, nothing like this before.
This shows the severity of the unhealthy conditions that has enveloped the region. Just imagine, every time when I am out, especially driving, I feel the need to clean my glasses constantly because things are not clear and crisp. The opacity percentage in the atmosphere is as if someone’s fooling around with the opacity level in Photoshop. Let’s add another ten percent! Make the background building be gone! Whee….
When will our misery end?
Schools are closed again today due to the worsening haze condition! Yesterday a local online news portal headlined that the haze will be here until early 2016. Oh my goodness…
This is far worst than the previous years. All this inhalation and suffocation. Maybe we need some super divine intervention more than wind?
Just when we thought things are okay and bearable, the haze is back! I even played golf over the weekend. Schools are ordered to be close yet again today, disrupting the schedule. While M2 is happy that she can sleep in, she lamented that she is losing out and missing the opportunity to ask her teacher on one of the subject that she needs help in preparation for the year end exam. This year, schools have closed a couple of times now because the air outside is unhealthy.
Sigh. What can we do? Many bouts of afternoon downpour has not helped to ease choked up air. As I have said before, we need wind more than rain but it is so not happening.
So I went to the dentist. It was bad, the outcome of the visit. There is a hairline crack on my first premolar on the top right! And this is far worst than an outright chip or a dislodged filling. The little piece of cement that I initially thought was the filling that came out was actually my tooth.
The impact of the bite caused the gum to swell and there is a hairline crack right down the middle. Oh dear. How deep, he could not tell. So for now, he removed the old filling and patched it up. We see how I feel the next few days.
If the swelling subsides and no further pain, then the tooth is safe, meaning the crack is not that deep. But if the pain persists, we have no choice but to extract because with the crack right down the middle, the tooth is weakened and any patch job ain’t gonna help. It has been determined also that it is not a nerve problem that can be resolved to save the tooth.
The other tooth, the molar on the bottom left is okay. A simple patch job without any issues. I’d better be good and take my meds as prescribed and pray hard I don’t lose a tooth.
I need to see a dentist to fix a filling that fell out when I was munching on a club sandwich last week. This is the second incident of me chewing on bread that caused my tooth filling to come loose and this time, it hurts.
Thinking of visiting the dentist brought back memories of when I first went off to college and then developed a tooth problem. My wisdom tooth was acting up and it came to the point of no rescue. I had no choice but to visit the dentist to confirm this.
It had to be extracted. But at an exorbitant cost. Seven hundred dollars, I remember. Sounds very expensive then. I called home and discussed with Mom and Dad.
In the end, I flew home that summer, my flight ticket costing a hundred more than the tooth extraction cost and had my wisdom tooth pulled out at a fraction of it.
As for my current problem, I see the dentist later today.
It’s been slightly more than a week since M1 left. We are adjusting. Suddenly the house seems too big and too quiet despite the fact we still have M2 around. Life goes on… starting with a no carbo regime for me to get back in shape.
Thank goodness for technology, we ‘whatsapp’ all the time, sometimes at the oddest of hours forgetting the different time zone and Skype twice a day, once in the morning and again at night, our time. Both hubby and I are very happy and pleased that she has settled down well in the dorms and enjoyed her one week of orientation.
Classes start today.
Last night I had my gym session with just my trainer and it felt strange. No hubby (he had a dinner meeting) and the girls around unlike the week before where it was the final gym session for M1 with my trainer. It was fun because M2 came along and we sweated together for the last time. I thought it was a necessary session (remember my weighing scale?) especially to rid all that guilt (and fat) from the constant eating during the last week before M1 flew off.
My trainer gave us a tough time and everyone gasped for breath. But that wasn’t all. While doing stretching on the floor, M2 commented that I looked like a manatee. The gall of her! Giving her mommy a tough time too.
My trainer perked up and asked politely, a what?
Unabashed, she reiterated the manatee mention and fueled it further with a fat mermaid description, and that I looked like both. Eeesh. But all in good fun, we had a great laugh, gasping for breath all over again. M2 was on a roll with her acid jokes.
Right after that, she also mentioned that a fat unicorn is actually a rhino in disguise. Geez… The things they learn from the internet.
Well, fat mermaid and fat rhino aside, I really have to sweat it out and was glad we had that session together last week. Another memory etching moment to cherish.
As Chinese New Year is just around the corner, getting a haircut is one of the preparations. I visited my stylist three days ago, seven weeks from the last visit (I go for my haircut every six to seven weeks). For someone with short hair, that’s a lot of trips to the hairdresser in a year compared to the two girls with long hair. They have their haircut twice or maybe three times a year.
Whenever I come back with my usual short hairdo, it hardly gets noticed and when the girls do notice, they’d say,”Oh. You got your mushroom head!”
Eeesh.
This time, thank goodness they did not pass the mushroom head comment but instead admired the new color of the hair.
As we get older, our physical appearance gives us away. I have a—how do you say—a little patch on my cheek which is a shade darker than my usual complexion. Hormonal changes and time had it growing from a tiny dot many years ago into a much bigger one now, sized like a five cents coin.
Vain as I am, I try to mask it by applying all sorts of whitening cream to camouflage or reduce its diameter. And it works.
The girls had gotten used to it over the years but not too long ago, they noticed the prominent ‘Mummy feature’ is no longer prominent. So much so, sometimes they say I am an imposter!
There was one night many months ago, M2 peered at me and queried,”Are you my mummy?”
“Of course I am!” I asserted.
“Do the Mummy test,” M1 said.
And I was given the Mummy Test: “What is one plus one?”
Obligingly I would say the correct answer and they looked at each other and beamed, “Phew! It’s Mummy alright.”
It is an on-going family thing that whenever they doubt me, they’d throw this silly question at me for verification. If I give the answer “Two”, M2 would raise her eyebrows and say, “You’re an impostor! Where is my mummy?”
The silly things and rules we have at home…
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