It had been almost two years since my last visit to a dentist and I was actually quite worried about the state my teeth was in, given that there was a throbbing pain in one of my wisdom tooth.
I was actually quite relieved when the dentist said that I had kept my teeth in quite a good condition but then he proceeded to tell me that there is a slight decay in my lower right wisdom tooth.
I was given the choice to either extract the tooth or to have some fillings done on it. Given my legendary high threshold to pain, I of course, chose the latter.
And so, after booking an appointment for the tooth filling, I was prescribed (after declaring that I have no drug allergy) some painkillers for my toothache which I took promptly and as it was still early, I happily left for Kinokuniya.
Now, there have been times when I was sadly mistaken about things that I thought I knew.
For example, I have thought I only liked girls who are short and cute but I ended up liking girls who are either taller or almost as tall (or short, depending on how you look at it) as me.
I've thought I could easily end my single-hood status if I wanted, but my first and only attempt at chasing a girl failed miserably. (I've told her I liked her, but she thought I was joking and then she got attached to this other guy :( Seriously, I don't know how the whole chasing girls thing work.)
And... I've always thought that I do not have any drug allergies.
I was browsing through this book called Wizard First Rule by Terry Goodkind while surreptitiously eyeing this very cute girl standing at the bookshelf in front when my eyes started to itch.
As I have always been a man of action, I immediately gave my balls, um... I mean eyeballs a good rubbing.
The reaction was almost instantaneous (no it was not an erection or anything kinky you dumb fucks) I felt my eyes tearing and my nose stuffing up. Sensing that something was definitely amiss, I hastily took the book and proceeded to the counter to pay.
After leaving Kinokuniya, my eyes begin to swell. Tears were streaming freely down my cheeks and I am having some difficulties breathing due to my blocked nose.
Being a very manly man, I was mortified that people will think that I am crying in the public and thus was contemplating taking the taxi and be damned the peak hour charges.
It turned out though that the taxi queue was longer then the great fucking wall of China.
And so, in my desperation to get home, I squeezed myself up bus 190 (bus 190 must have been a bus going through an identity crisis, for it was doing it's best impersonation of a sardine can when I boarded it), struggled to take out my wallet and stretched my right arm to its limit trying to reach past my fellow sardines to tap the ez-link card reader.
As my wallet tapped the ez-link card reader, a Doo Do Lu Do sound rang out, informing the bus driver and nearby commuters that my ez-link card is in fact, out of cash.
There was a moment of silence as the driver and my fellow passengers turned to look at me.
Finding myself the center of attraction, I sniffled to clear my blocked nose and stared dumbly at the bus driver with eyes that can barely open and cheeks that were damp with tears.
I was about to take the $2 bill out from my wallet to pay for my bus fare when the bus driver turned back to face the road and started the bus after saying in a jolly voice, 'Don't need to pay, no money also never mind. Small matter only.'
I was caught halfway between embarrassment and gratefulness but was in too much discomfort to actually care.
Upon reaching home though, my dad was so shocked by my puffy eyes that he immediately drove me to the clinic.
The doctor confirmed that I was allergic to Naproxen Sodium (the painkiller given to me by the dentist), gave me some medicine for the swellings and told me that the swelling should subside by two days.
So basically, this is how I looked with puffy eyes.
This is me after a shower...
This is me, with eyes fully open...
Side view...
While I thought that the smaller eyes made me look like a Korean actor, my stupid sister insisted that I look like Mashimaro, albeit a not so cute one.
This is Mashimaro...
She even wanted to put a toilet plunger on my head so that I can complete the resemblance.
Damn wtf, I could really feel the family warmth that my little sister is emanating...
P.S. As usual, the entry contains a lot of crap from me and anyone who might take offense from it should treat this post as nonsensical ramblings.
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