Monday, 9^th May 2005 | 4:23 PM
I'm quite vain and I miss my fish

So, the confirmed news about the tooth is that my wisdom tooth has been growing against, and consquently damaging, my lower right molar. Therefore, I would now need at least a root canal for my lower right molar. Root canals are expensive, but I'm not prepared for a permanent loss of my molar before I turn 25. Call it vanity, cowardice, or a sense of self-preservation. The bad news is that the procedure sounds more complicated and the dentist would have to refer me to a specialist in a hospital, and therefore, I'd have to fork out a bit of money. I would, in all likelihood, have to max out my dental claim limit available in my employee health plan.

I also heard that a considerable period of medical leave for a procedure like this, so beyond the need to save more money for it, I also would need to see when I can possibly fit in time for it.

Easy for me to say this now that the painkillers and antibiotics have worked their stuff on it. Just a week ago the gum on the affected teeth was so swollen my mouth couldn't close properly. Chewing on one side of the mouth is also not as tolerable as I thought it might be, which is why I'm not to keen in losing any tooth.

And ok, I'm vain, ok?

I discovered that my dad has packed all my books, which includes a couple of library books I borrowed from where I go for French class every week. It's probably my fault not letting him know not to pack ALL my books, but you know what, I sometimes feel resistance is futile. I'm one of those lazy-assed bitches who can't be bothered to repeat myself again and again. I've told my parents before not to meddle with my stuff - I've whined, I've told them nicely, I've lost my temper and thrown tantrums to no avail. I'm not proud of it, but they continue doing it anyway so now I just suffer in silence. And continue to do what I want to do anyway regardless. There's no point in talking.

So I now have to go through SEALED BOXES looking for those two books I borrowed, and I'm not happy at the idea. But I guess it serves me right.

But while we're in the spirit of packing, or at least, my parents are, I've learnt that they've given our fish away. We have 2 or 3 carps or something, those fish which look like koi. We kept them in our artificial pond that has a waterfall. I will miss them a lot although I don't spend all day with them. And maybe my missing them is just me being sentimental and stubbornly contrary (against the move). But I miss how I used to hear them crash against each other or the "walls" of the pond as they rush to hide behind the "rocks" of the waterfall whenever someone comes remotely near to the balcony, and therefore, to them. I used to be so amused, and often, I used to be so comforted by them especially whenever I move around the flat in the dark. Because each time I hear their shy selves crashing about in the pond, I know I'm not alone in the place. And that feeling is comforting.

And I guess that feeling is gone now.

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