Root canal treatment.

Yeah.

Not really feeling sociable today.

FML.

I just feel sort of sluggish and in pain and I don't really feel like I can get out of bed and do stuff, or really, do anything that involves moving or thinking. Which is crap, since I've got my cousin and his family coming over later to celebrate my birthday and I am so not in the mood to be the perfect hostess tonight.

Eternal fail.

Also, Big Bang videos are an awesome distraction from the pain.

K. Basically I fail at life, because I haven't had a checkup in years and now I have cavities, but my dentist is sort of nice and doesn't make a big deal out of it, just sort of goes Oh silly girl, this pain could have been avoided! D:

They didn't do much, just some test filling or something idk and gave me something to kill the nerves in my tooth. I have no idea what any of these things are called in English, obviously. Mum says it's going to hurt like a bitch once the anaesthesia wears off. I suspect this is why my dentist told me to take a long nap after I went home. Sneaky.

Also, local anaesthesia makes the right side of my mouth tingly and makes me talk funny.

And now my head hurts.

My next appointment is next Friday, which means I have to come home from Tallinn on Thursday. Techically I could also get these things done in Tallinn, but it's a lot more expensive there and I like this doctor in Tõrva. Well, on one side, it's awesome, because I can spend Friday at home, on the other side I feel sort of bad for skipping a day on my first week and hello, new pain. But at least I'm working on getting my teeth fixed and the painlessness that will hopefully follow all this will be awesome.

Oh hey. I think the anaesthesia is beginning to wear off.

Oh fuck.

Avastasin oma kaela pealt punni, mis tekitab minus sellise puugihammustuse jälje tunde. On nagu punane ja ala selle ümber on valus. Tavaliselt arvaks ma, et kui mul oleks kuklal puuk olnud, oleks ma seda märganud, aga mine sa tea.
Kuna minu isa on puukentsefaliiti põdenud ja see oli päris jube olen ma selliste asjade koha pealt suhteliselt paranoiline. Arsti juurde minna pole mõtet, seda ma tean, veri hakkab märke näitama alles kaks nädalat peale hammustust, ega nad minuga seal midagi peale ei hakkaks. Nüüd tuleb ainult kukalt jälgida ja iga päev palavikku mõõta.
Täna oli 37.3, aga see võib vabalt olla ka sellest, et lihtsalt selline sigapalavus igal pool valitseb. Eksole? Ma ei ole inimkeha reaktsioonidega eritti tuttav, aga ma loodan, et see palavus on kuumusest. Otherwise I'm.. you know.. fucked.

I just tore a hole into my jeans, climbing over a fence while drunk off my ass.

Also the fence was surrounded by waist-high wet grass, so not only do my pants have a hole in them, they're also soaked wet and dirty.

Not one of my most brilliant moments, I do have to admit.

Also, there was a scary dog. And I think that the wire of the fence scratched my leg pretty badly, but I can't tell because I can't see behind my back and also I don't feel it yet because of the alcohol.

I fell down some stairs. I'm pretty sure I didn't hit my head, because my ass and my elbows took most of the damage, but I've just got the worst headache ever now. Oy vey.

I think I might have food poisoning. And isn't that just fancy dancy.

I just accidentally knocked myself in the face with a guitar.

Nice.

My mother stepped a sharp piece of dried wood into her leg and I fell into a thornbush. These two situations were not related, taking place at different sides of the garden, however they did occur at almost exactly the same time.

There's a bruise on my knee, on my hand, on my elbow and on my cheek.
And I'm pretty sure I didn't fall down last night. I was drunk, but not that drunk.
But I feel like I've been beaten up or something.

Sprained wrist, khnxbai.

I stumbled and fell, hitting myself against a pile of ice that used to be snow. There's this huge ugly bruise on my ass now and it hurts like a motherfucker.

Also, I might be horribly terribly drunk right now.

But that had nothing to do with falling over or vice versa.

It just happened. And then I got drunk.

I think my ADD Donghae icon is appropriate for this post. Because Donghae totally looks like he has ADD. The freak. ♥

I have a terrible horrible headache and it's really hard to move my neck.

I think it's because I fell asleep right under an open window the other day.

To my defense I can say that I basically hadn't slept at all the previous night, I was burning up with fever and the cold air felt really nice on my face and eased the terrible nausea. So it's really not my fault that the moment I started feeling less sick, I dropped like a rock.

Here's a lesson for you: If someone in your family already has the stomach flu, then that strange feeling in your stomach is never just something you ate earlier.


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This week has been quite easy. Since I don't have any Japanese this week, I haven't even made it to school every day and I've just been lazying around and writing my NaNoWriMo or just doing nothing.

However, the thing is, tonight I had a strange and uneasy dream.

I dreamed I was in the hospital, doing exactly what I have been doing this week so far - lazying around. But the longer the dream went on, the more anxious I became for some reason, the more I needed to get out of there. You see, quite like living at a dormitory, it was forced situation that I couldn't do anything about.

And then there was a point in the dream, where I just wanted to call my mom and tell her to come and take me home. And that's when I woke up and for a moment I was confused about where I was, and when I realized I was still at the dormitory, all the uneasiness and anxiousness of the dream returned. And for a moment I really considered just going home today and making it an early weekend.

Living in a dormitory, it isn't bad, but it's a situation where you can never quite relax, never quite let go. It's tiring. It's not home. If I had an apartment, for example, I would have four walls that were my own. My own ground. But a dormitory isn't that kind of a place. It's wearing me out.


I just want to go home already.

The thing I hate about bus rides the most, apart from my miniature bladder, is the fact that you have to find something to do for three and a half hours. I can't sleep, because I just don't sleep on buses, nor can I read, because I get car sick (bus sick?).

It's horrible. I hate buses.

Am sick. Pneumonic plague, anyone? Feel miserable and homesick.
Not going home for the weekend.
Gotta get a lot of work done.

Screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place.

Got practically no sleep tonight. And when I did, I dreamed of death. Also, my pillow was rubbish.

I'm still not used to Tallinn, I think. It's like.. the mental climate is poisonous here or something. Haven't slept properly since I arrived and been constantly plagued by headaches.

Happy 1st of September ya'll.

Moving into my soviet union ratnest at some point tonight, so no more internets.

Painkillers - they are your good friends.

Mom stepped on a toothpick and it went in quite deep. But she pulled it out herself, refused to see a doctor about it and covered the bleeding wound with a band-aid.

Business as usual.