Ever since I got my braces last Saturday, I’ve been on a hunger strike of sorts. It’s not really a hunger strike if you think about it — it was involuntary — but I’ve been starving. Yes, starving.
It doesn’t help that my siblings have been eating food that I desperately want to eat lately, and all I can manage is a cup of Lucky Me Instant Noodles. Not exactly appetizing, compared to what they’re eating. So now I end up enviously watching them eat the food that was really meant for me — and they’re rubbing it in.
And then there’s the pain part. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did last Saturday night but it’s not exactly comfortable either. I’ve discovered that pain is a psychological thing — when my braces were killing me last Saturday (causing me to wake up in the middle of the night), I kept on telling myself that, hey, it’s not painful. It actually worked — the pain just went away. Amazing, I tell you.
Unfortunately, I can’t say the same thing while eating. Even if I try to not think of the pain, it’s still there. Heh. I guess it isn’t purely a mind-over-matter thing. X_x
Proof? I’m still hungry.
And did I mention that I’m having a hard time speaking properly? Yeah, I am — my family tends to mishear what I’m saying nowadays. Now I sound like I have a lisp or something — can’t even pronounce my S’s right anymore. Annoying, I tell you — annoying and daunting.
But what can I say? It’s something that I have to live with.