Renovation

So besides obsessing about the fisheye and trying to push myself to work on projects (read: I procrastinate), my days have been also occupied with the house renovation, which is finally seeing its last few weeks of completion.

The renovation, which started in mid-April, has been a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs, particularly for my mother who oversees everything. From renovation permits to deciding on the colour of our walls, my mother has taken on the extraordinary feat of handling contractors, dramas and decisions.

It is a man’s world.

I do what I can to help. Having an interest in house renovations and having more time on my hands, I’ve slowly but surely taken on the role from confidante (during the early days of the renovation) to partner, whereby both Mum and I meet contractors, discuss designs, colours, layouts – you name it. While we’ve been very blessed to have had good men around us (in particular our carpenter, general contactor, window guy, grill man, alarm guy, garden man etc.), we’ve also had a fair share of nasty men who think we’re dumb fools who know nothing about plumbing and drainage, wooden flooring and skirting, and who have produced such atrocious work such that even a seemingly ‘dumb blonde’ would have noticed.

Over the months, almost on a daily basis, we have mulled over many important decisions and observed the work taking place in our home. It is tiring but we’re finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Worry and stress still dominates sometimes but at the very least I’ve learnt what it means to walk in faith, something I think even Mum didn’t realise she taught me all this time.

VV through a Fish

Yup, this is the baby I’m driving around!

Bloob bloob bloob…

So here’s what my beloved Fisheye captured during my travels. Too cute.

I’ve another roll to send in; will see how that turns out.

I can’t shpeakish sdkjbskdjvkjsf…

That’s basically my numbed-out tongue talking. 

Basically, story goes like this: I visit my regular dentist, she notices my bottom wisdom teeth are impacted, I put off going for an x-ray for the longest time (more interesting things to attend to), 9 months later I finally get an x-ray done and behold:

The first thing you’d notice is that I have an excellent set of teeth. Thank you, braces!

The next thing you’d notice (if you already haven’t) are the pink arrows pointing to my wonderful wisdom teeth. 

If you’re really smart (and have good eyesight), you’d then notice that heck, the crazy woman’s wisdom teeth are (a) impacted and (b) lying 90 degrees on its side. 

So long story cut short, my wonderful orthodontist (who takes my x-ray) tells me jebus woman, get to a surgeon because this extraction requires immediate surgery unless you want to get a nasty bacterial infection. 

Okay, she didn’t quite speak that way. 

Anyway. This morning. I run errands with Mum and at 11.30am we trot off to the surgeon’s for a consultation. We look at his clinic and observe the sand-blasted/laminated glass (pretty impressive) that separates us from the dental chair. He looks at the x-ray, hmms and ahs and tells me he’s experienced enough to handle my case and would you like to extract it now?

Waitaminute! Now?

Anyway. Instead of making another trip to KL I thought heck it, let’s get it over and done with. He gives me a jab on my hand which makes me feel pretty high (morbid me looks at the needle going in of course) and soon enough I see all sorts of instruments going into my mouth. He asks me if I’m ok…10000 times I think. And there you go, my wisdom teeth all out..in pieces!

Ok, it’s a tad grainy because my brother’s digital has given way and I’m waaayy too high from the anaesthetic to take a good shot. 

And yes, I admit that after they gave me my teeth (it had to be cut before it was extracted as it was pretty deeply impacted) I decided now would be a GREAT time to wash em’ up (it had bits of gunk/blood/gum stuck to it) and photograph them!

And there you go, another grainy shot (taken with the webcam) of a tooth I managed to put together! Yay!

So it’s liquid diet for me for the next few days. Conversation with my brother went as follows:

Brother: May, how are you feeling?

Me: sdiweroidhfblaskdoiwekjhrt

Brother: Uh…ok. I’ll keep it short. I’m getting some ice cream and soup and yogurt for you.

Me: Yay! sdiuhdkfjnwsqwidiuhweuqwoxvsk

Brother: Um…ok. What ice cream flavour do you want?

Me: sdgwriugkjwahkawer MUSHROOM!

Brother: You want mushroom flavoured ice cream?

Me: Hahaha! weoridgjkwuiwruiwqowireqow!

Brother: Flavour! Flavour!

Me: Hawerqoiwzelnut! Hazwetulnut! HAZELNUT!

Brother: Ok got it!

I suspect he may be bloody laughing at me. Hmph.