“Love Teeth” …my butt!
I got my wisdom tooth pulled this morning (사랑니 — Sah-lahng-ni in Korean meaning “Love Teeth) and was administered two shots but prescribed no meds after I’m 27, by the way and the dr. cracked a joke about me being a late bloomer, but having been proceeded by no laughing gas either, I didn’t find it too funny :/
I’ve since been self medicating with food and groggily reaching for patriotically striped Tylenol that is laughing at me (laughing at me, I say!) so, there’s really nothing loving or lovely about it. I would say that I posses a pretty high tolerance for pain but it’s completely unsatisfactory to have to struggle chewing and altogether consuming food. It’s some sort of bizarre and unusual punishment. My saving grace through it all has been my BFF who dropped me off, picked me up and stayed with me an entire 16 hour day…through my comatose slumber, grumbles and all. In defiance to fair warnings against spicy foods, by the time the extraction was done, I was ravenous and couldn’t bat off an intense craving for Indian and so we braved the copper tins, neatly lined up and stuffed with beautiful and creamy spiced concoctions. Despite my “inebriation,” just the lovely swirl of smells could’ve satiated me. It’s been too long since I’ve held a decent biryani in my mouth and it made the mornings grueling endeavor almost worthwhile.
We spent the latter part of the night sprawled out, stuffing ourselves with junk food, taking in the rubbish on t.v. which reminded me again of why I refuse to watch it (that is, with the exception of The Walking Dead, of course!)
Tomorrow will be a day dedicated to steaming congee, polenta, and mousse (not the worst sentence in the world) and a thorough search for a good whiskey….and ice cream, lots and lots of ice cream.
Despite feeling like I could hear my heart beating in my cheek, (the tannins from a black tea bag really helped with my bleeding), I realized through hazy eyes, that I am incredibly blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. To feel loved is the best medicine, I think. Mama even brought me …
Alluring in its pulpy, tear drop shape, my friend exclaimed, “looks like a strawberry and tomato got together, huh?” It’s wrapped in a thin, coral skin and when exposed, has sweet and supple meat that reminds me of candy sweet plums but it’s really hard to say because to me, it’s my childhood favorite that tastes, well, like a persimmon….random tidbit, it’s actually considered a berry, go figure.
“Treasure,” I don’t know how I could’ve stumbled through the day without you–thank you!!!
We will be returning to the regularly scheduled program soon.
Your dazed and confused Squishy Monster ^.~