Today marks five years since my longest-held dream came true, and my jaw was broken. When I was twelve, my orthodontist uncle pointed out that I was developing an underbite that would eventually need corrective surgery. And from then on, that was the day I looked forward to — more than moving to the UK …
[Part 1 | Read Part 2] If you were to take a poll of the least popular things to do, waiting would probably be near the top, wouldn’t it? It’s probably one of the few things that nobody likes but everybody does. Because if you think about it, we’re always waiting for something, aren’t we? Waiting …
Today, two weeks after I had my jaw broken, I had my first post-op visit with the surgeon, and finally had the rubber bands—that have been my bane over the last fortnight—removed. I can open my mouth again, I can eat (soft foods), I can brush my teeth properly; it’s the little things that I’m …
Day #5 since my surgery sees me still on a liquid diet (and continuing so until my next appointment with the surgeon next Thursday). I’ve been surviving thanks to a rather unintentional Lenten fast of blended … well, everything: congee, smoothies, shakes, soups. Matt and Sara’s Magic Bullet has come in very, very handy—handy enough …
Three days ago, I had my jaw broken to correct my underbite. I’m already sick of drinking my meals. What a glorious way to spend spring break … **** In the meantime, from the Department of Overdue Links: Video footage of Hong Kong from the 1930s (hat-tip to Gerry): And check out: Kiva, a micro-financing …