Went for my wisdom tooth extraction on Monday... All I can say is that it hurts like hell! Well... at least for me, it does.
The only part that I enjoyed was the first 5 minutes of it, when they were giving me one of those dental x-ray to locate my tooth, which is kinda cool, cos I've never seen a dental x-ray in my life! And that was it. The cool part over!
Then the guy picked up a needle, which is prolly about 8 inches long, and stuffed it in my mouth and into my gums. Let's just say that it's an injection from hell. Think of it as one of those normal tooth extraction injections... only 8 to 10 times more painful than that. The funny thing was, he actually told me that the most painful part of the procedure is done! Is that any true? Well, of course not! Like every other doctors, he lied! (To be fair to him, it's true that the physical pain is over, but the mental trauma is just about to start.)
Since they don't knock you out during the procedure, you'll be able to see what is going on and feel everything that is going on in your mouth. I saw the dude picked up a scalpel like thingy and stuffed it into my mouth, while the nurse beside him is already holding up something that looks like a crossed between an ice thong and a claw breaker (one of those thing they give you in the restaurant to break the shell of your crab, lobster, etc.). I closed by eyes after that. It's just far too much for me to take.
Thinking that since they've already numbed my gums and I couldn't feel a thing, it would be safer for me to close my eyes, right? Well, wrong! Although the gum is numb, I can still feel them trying to dig that tooth out; hear the doctor exchanging tools with the nurse; hear the doctor grunting as he tries to pull that tooth out; have that sense of something cracking and detaching from your jaw bones... it's just awful! (I had nightmares for the next two night, of being in there again and the doctor is trying to get that tooth out again and again.)
After he got the tooth out, the dude sounds like an all-excited boy trying to get me to see his latest achievement: "Oh look! It's out! See! No Pain!" I was too scared to look. I wouldn't want to see my blood-coated tooth dangling in front of me! Then he proceeds to tell me something that I consider as too much information: "I'm about to put my fingers back in to pressed your gums over the bones" (...or some shit like that). Like I would want to know that you can see my jaw bones right now!
When everything was done, I asked him if I would need to extract the rest of my wisdom tooth. The dude proceeds to tell me a story, which I think was rather fascinating. Apparently, our teeth are devolving, as we are doing less of the chewing. "During our time of our great grandfathers', they used to bite and chew on sugar canes to get the juices out. So they tend to have all four of their wisdom tooth intact and in good shape. But since we don't chew on sugar canes anymore, (thanks to modern day machines), some of us might not even have to face the problem of wisdom tooth." Which I interpreted as: Our life is governed by sugar canes. The more sugar canes you chew, the less chances you will have of having to extract your wisdom tooth.
(to be continued...)
A Jessism © 01122006
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Work Woes: Of Credits & What Seems Like A Demotion
Credits
We were taught that it is very important to recognize the work and contribution of each and every individual ever since we were in school. The first lesson we learn when we were doing our kajian tempatan, is to credit those who have helped you, and to acknowledge the references that you referred to. As a writer, it's an even bigger no-no to plagiarize one's work and call it our own.
In the course of producing the latest issue of my company's bulletin, this issue came up. I noticed that the name of a former writer of ours was being omitted from the editorial credits, so I requested that her name be placed in - considering the fact that she contributed to almost half of this month's issue. The reply I received was: "No need, as she no longer bears the responsibility of an editor." Of course, this reply came from the person who requested her to leave the company immediately, two days after she handed in her resignation notice.
It is working ethics that we acknowledge a person's work. Before this person came in, we have been acknowledging each and every contributor to our bulletin, even when the contributor has left. But to abuse one's power and not acknowledge a person’s work? Isn't this an equivalent to plagiarism?
Demotion?
Thanks to the dental surgery to extract my wisdom tooth, I was being excused from work. Think: bleeding, swelling and pain. Okay, so I got it wrong. It's not "pain", it’s "excruciating pain".
While I was away, I received an sms from this same person who sacked the Chinese Editor. In her sms, she stated that it is "to inform (me) of a new arrangement", that they will be shifting me (more like kicking me) out of my office and into the Multimedia Room. Since it's multimedia, you can tell that it's a more cramped-up (think: tools, tv, radio, tapes, etc.); and since it has limited space, they're giving me a smaller desk; and since there will be editing going on, it's noisier; plus there's no phone line and more people. There goes my concentration.
No, I did nothing to pissed her off. She's just a bitch, who while I was away, went on telling everyone that I agreed to the new arrangement. My question now is: Which part of "this is to inform you", does it sound like a question? It's not like I can choose NOT to move. It's already been decided and you are "informing me"! There's nothing I can do about it!
When I came back to the office this morning, my stuff was already at the new place. They've moved everything out and stacked it on the small desk.
To me, I really don't see the point of relocating my work space, as our office will be shifting to a new building soon. So why the fuss of making it looks like I'm getting a demotion?! Today, I spent half the day being asked by other colleagues of whether I am happy with the decision made and the new environment. Happy? No. Angry? No. I'm more pissed at this bitch right now than ever!
A Jessism © 30112006
We were taught that it is very important to recognize the work and contribution of each and every individual ever since we were in school. The first lesson we learn when we were doing our kajian tempatan, is to credit those who have helped you, and to acknowledge the references that you referred to. As a writer, it's an even bigger no-no to plagiarize one's work and call it our own.
In the course of producing the latest issue of my company's bulletin, this issue came up. I noticed that the name of a former writer of ours was being omitted from the editorial credits, so I requested that her name be placed in - considering the fact that she contributed to almost half of this month's issue. The reply I received was: "No need, as she no longer bears the responsibility of an editor." Of course, this reply came from the person who requested her to leave the company immediately, two days after she handed in her resignation notice.
It is working ethics that we acknowledge a person's work. Before this person came in, we have been acknowledging each and every contributor to our bulletin, even when the contributor has left. But to abuse one's power and not acknowledge a person’s work? Isn't this an equivalent to plagiarism?
Demotion?
Thanks to the dental surgery to extract my wisdom tooth, I was being excused from work. Think: bleeding, swelling and pain. Okay, so I got it wrong. It's not "pain", it’s "excruciating pain".
While I was away, I received an sms from this same person who sacked the Chinese Editor. In her sms, she stated that it is "to inform (me) of a new arrangement", that they will be shifting me (more like kicking me) out of my office and into the Multimedia Room. Since it's multimedia, you can tell that it's a more cramped-up (think: tools, tv, radio, tapes, etc.); and since it has limited space, they're giving me a smaller desk; and since there will be editing going on, it's noisier; plus there's no phone line and more people. There goes my concentration.
No, I did nothing to pissed her off. She's just a bitch, who while I was away, went on telling everyone that I agreed to the new arrangement. My question now is: Which part of "this is to inform you", does it sound like a question? It's not like I can choose NOT to move. It's already been decided and you are "informing me"! There's nothing I can do about it!
When I came back to the office this morning, my stuff was already at the new place. They've moved everything out and stacked it on the small desk.
To me, I really don't see the point of relocating my work space, as our office will be shifting to a new building soon. So why the fuss of making it looks like I'm getting a demotion?! Today, I spent half the day being asked by other colleagues of whether I am happy with the decision made and the new environment. Happy? No. Angry? No. I'm more pissed at this bitch right now than ever!
A Jessism © 30112006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
"Wisdom" My F**king Ass!
Let me start by saying that I never liked the idea of wisdom tooth. I don't know whose brilliant idea it is to call the wisdom tooth the "wisdom tooth". First of all, I think I'm already smart enough. With an IQ of over 125, I don't need some stupid tooth's approval to show that I have enough wisdom to make it through this stupid life. Besides, why should we let our life be controlled by four tiny enamels?! To be honest, I don't even give a shit about their existence... until now.
After putting up with the toothache from hell for three months (and nagging from my boyfriend), I finally gave in and decided that it's time to pay the dentist a visit. But what else is new? I already knew that my wisdom tooth is coming out, how bad can it be? Right? Wrong!
According to the guy, because of that stupid tooth, my gums are now swollen and I should get the damn thing extracted as soon as possible before it starts to push my teeth sideways. The best part of all of this is: To take away that agony the wisdom tooth is causing me, I will have to go on antibiotics (which I hate) to make the swell go away, and on top of that, I will have to pay a whooping 500 bucks for the surgery to extract it!
Yes, you heard me right: Five hundred buckaroos!
This is where it pisses me off! I mean, why should I pay 500 bucks for a mistake that God made? Shouldn't He, or She, be rectifying this mistake this instance instead of letting me suffer?! I'm sure if I sold my soul to the devil ages ago, this would probably never happen. 500 bucks to extract a fucking tooth?! The Tooth Fairy better be giving enough to cover my medical bills!
I have to admit that I'm a wuss when it comes to anything that could, would, or might, inflict pain on me. To pay 500 bucks for someone to cut my gums open, dig my tooth out and give me three days medical leave, is not exactly how I wanted to spend my hard-earned money! By the way, did I mention that it's going to hurt like hell?!
A Jessism © 22112006
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