Yellow is enjoying this holiday tremendously.
The only unfortunate thing was the high expense of a 4 day holiday to Singapore.
Three girls in Singapore on a shopping trip is a recipe for poverty.
Merry Xmas and Happy New Year '08 everyone. I wish for each of you the best life God can grant. May you and all you hold dear be blessed this Christmastide and may your 08 be better than the year gone by.
I have a fishbone lodged into the back of my throat since dinner last night. I know exactly where it is. I just can't see it. It's not too deep inside that I can feel the sharp end with my finger, but deep enough that I can't extract it myself
To dislodge it, I have tried swallowing:
tons of water
compacted bread soaked in water
And it's annoying me toshits! It scrapes the back of my throat when I swallow. Or when I have a smoke. Or when I'm just talking! I was having a discussion with my line report and all of a sudden, I felt a piercing pain. Apparently, the face I pulled was hilarious. Thank goodness I did not have meetings this morning!
The ENT I was recommended to is closed. The medical centre nearby is open, but it's ENT specialist doesn't have clinic today.
So I have to make do with a normal GP. It's a trip to the doctor's over lunch then.
GP could not get it out. It was the most uncomfortable mouth experience I've ever had. I suppose it was a bit of a longshot to expect him to be able to get the bone out. But ah, I had hopes. *sighs*
He jammed the wooden stick (that makes me reminisce of ice creams) and peered into the black hole. He shook his head in resignation after some attempts and said he could not help.
Could not help?!
Here I am suffering, and you are unable to help me?! Oh great medical practicioner, how useless art thou.
I decided to try on my own - with mashed potatoes for lunch. After swallowing enough to feed a small african tribe, the bone has resolutely decided to stay lodged. Mind you, I feel more of it than before - either because the copious amount of potato has gotten more of the bone out or the swelling around the bone having gone down - so it hurts more. Not to mention that I felt very ill from the potato intake.
Luckily the ENT Specialist Clinic (which has the endoscope that should be able to locate the cause of my pain relatively comfortably) called up to say they could double book me tomorrow for 4pm.
I shall shelve my hope but I will be very happy for the bone to come out. Thank you very much.
I got it out last night. I did a little jig when I realised it was out.
Swallowed 4 rice balls - didn't do the trick.
Gulped down soup with rice vigorously - uh uh. not that either
Swallowed half a container of mangoes - nope. (although it felt like it was coming out a bit more)
Torchlight and tweezers. I couldn't see it, but the random clipping in the general area of pain must have worked. When I pulled the tweezers outta my mouth, the little 1cm fish bone was lying atop the tweezer.
I'm so drained these days. My life really equates to work these days.
Despite workload, I still require little sanity breaks - which I use to read various well-written blogs. And despite late nights at the office, my post-work hours are DVD-packed.
I have a morbid fascination to read what others write and well-written blogs are an excellent way to pass time. Time I don't have - hence, I have become far more selective with my daily reads. I wonder if writers in the flesh present themselves as well as they do in their writing. I wonder how they look and whether their mannerisms are as they sound on paper (or computer). But honestly, I have no compulsion, no want to meet a fellow blogger on purpose. Don't get me wrong, if I had the opportunity to get to know someone, blogger or otherwise, I would. But I am fine with this mode of communication. With dropping my comments if I feel moved to. And keeping silent and passing by, if I don't want to. Increasingly so, I have just been passing by.
I wish I could make more hours in the day. I wish I could make some work disappear. For as much as I work like a choo-choo train on a super-duper-pumped-up engine, a little bit of me dies every day. And every so often, I want to stop this neverending-torture-blissful-satisfaction-suffocating-challenging race I'm in.
And age, the undeniable passing of time, has affected me somewhat. I can no longer stay up till 2am watching Grey's Anatomy without having to pay the price of bleary-eyes, aching head and the constant need to doze off. Today is one such day. It was a price willingly paid, and the last episode was worth it despite how I feel today. I just wish I had time to vegetate without having to chug along the following day.
Career-me. Battling it out with Me-me. The bossy-opinionated-wantstoclimbcorporateladderfast me vs. simplycomplicated-easypeasygoing-sleepsalot me.
I feel indescribable. It's a bit of burn-out. It's a bit of tiredness. It's a bit of age. It's a bit of lack of sleep.