Movie Addicts

I just want to record this down before I forgot. Knowing how easily my brain leak memories through my nose… Achoo!

Joe and me have this one tradition that definitely spells N-E-R-D-A-L-E-R-T. You see, whenever we go watch a movie at a cinema, we tend to dress up following the movie theme.

For instance, Avengers first movie, we all wore Marvel’s t-shirt. For the second Avengers movie, Kaisan choose to wear his Captain America mask and shield. I can’t remember what Joe was wearing but if I’m not mistaken it was an Ironman’s sweater.

For Starwars last December, the boys (including all my cousins) wore Jedi’s costume. I wish I had photos of them in their clocks and light saber flashing and all. I know. I can simply just go to their Instagram and get some but I’m lazy. There. Confession number 351.

And many more movies and costumes that I cannot recall. 

For tonight, since we were going to watch Zootopia, the kids came in as crocodiles! Watch the video below. I don’t feel like writing much tonight.

Damn This Haze

One thing I’m always grateful about it how fast I recover from surgery. Like the time I had c-sec with my daughter, I was already walking around the ward 4 hours after surgery. You can say, the nurses were pretty shock to see me shuffling like a zombie to check on my baby at the nursery.

My gum was still bleeding yesterday but pain was zero (probably because I stuffed my face with painkillers… Oops!)

However I was suffering from a different thing - HAZE. My housing area was hit rather badly. The smoke went into the house and I was sneezing, my eyes were itchy and I was coughing badly. The kids had to be contained in the house the whole day and their frustration and nags to play outside was enough to make me want to ship the entire family to Alaska. I rather live in a cold climate than living in this hell of a haze country.

Today I woke up and the first thing I did was to sneeze. Shit. Haze is still going on strong. What’s worst- my daughter has flu and since she doesn’t know how to keep it inside her tiny little body, she’s now like a walking leaking faucet that sings, “Let it go”. I HATE FROZEN MOVIE UGH!

Naila loves it. She’s such a girly girl that I wonder what did I eat when I was pregnant with her? I mean, I’m such a tomboy and when I had Kaisan I was over the moon that he was a boy. Boy, I know how to handle. Girls? Not so much. And when we have Naila, I admit I was scared bad shit.

How to care for a girl? With my so alpha female masculine tendencies, will I turn her into a version of Xena the Warrior Princess? (Yes, I’m THAT old that I still remember Xena) But turns out my fear were for naught coz she made her own personality and behavior. She’s a girl and she decided she wants to stay that way –stereotype and all.

She’s a strong minded girl who goes for what she wants and not shy to tell/show the world that this tiny girl loves Frozen and no matter how her parents discourages her to like Black Widow from Avengers instead, she’s like “Dude, let it go! Frozen is here to stay!”

And that’s how the story of haze in Miri goes in my household. Welcome to my wandering mind.   

Death By Extraction

So… I just had my wisdom tooth extracted yesterday. Two wisdom tooth to be exact. It was fun (nope). Thrilling (not even close). A new world just opened up for me (Pfft! Dilusional)

I know I have to extract both many years ago but I convinced myself I can live with two abnormal tooth straining my already-cramp-jaw rather than paying a gazillion amount of cash to appease a dentist’s blood thirsty nature (Oh wait. I have cousins who are dentists… Hi! I love your beautiful set of pearly whites! Please put down those pliers)

It was a week ago that I realized that I couldn’t chew my food properly anymore. My jaws were… misaligning. Based on my medical knowledge (Google), it was probably because both wisdom tooth were pushing out and causing my jaw to misalign. It was not painful but I love food and I want to EAT MY FOOD AND NOT JUST SWALLOW IT UGH PORRIDGE.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I made a dental appointment yesterday. After x-ray, the doctor (or dentist? What is the proper name to refer a person who made a living by putting people out of their misery? See? I can be nice! I digress. I mean, they called themselves Doctor but their profession is, as Dentist so should I call em doctor or dentist? This is where you realize the things that goes in my head can be rubbish) said the tooth at the lower part is lying horizontally and was pretty close to my nerve. To remove it, surgery is the only way. There is a risk of the nerve but hey, I can live with a numb jaw and tongue for the rest of my life right? (I admit I took that joke from Deadpool)

But I said just go for it. I don’t want to think about it much coz if I do, I would just say “F*** this shit. I’m outta here! See you when I’m suffering agony worst than death, dentist!”

She (the dentist) then proceeded to give me 4 jabs of local anesthetic and I was asked to wait outside for few minutes to allow the numbness to kick in. When I was outside that I started to realize there’s a reason why I don’t see your friendly neighborhood dentist twice a year –I’m SERIOUSLY TERRIFIED ASS SHIT CRAZY SCARED I KID YOU NOT when it comes to dentist!  That was when I texted Joe that I wanted to run away –with my numb gum and drooling uncontrollably and all.

Just when I was about to reach the exit door, they called my name and duunn… dunn… dunnn…. No turning back now. I walked in and the chair… Oh God the chair… It’s like the electric chair minus the straps.

Surgery was done in less than an hour and the other wisdom tooth was just pulled out easily without much effort. Throughout it all I thought to myself, heck this is piece of cake. Why was I so scared of? I mean, yeah she did have to jab me again 5 more and it made my toes curl but yeah, it was not that bad.

OF COURSE IT WAS NOT THAT BAD! I WAS STILL NUMB FROM THE ANESTHETIC! An hour after the numbness subsides, I was curling in bed crying like a baby.

By the way, I am eating like a baby too right now –porridge. Ugh.