for as long as i can remember, my front teeth have always been worlds apart, literally.
i remember that as a kid i used to pass candy, rice, viand or anything edible through the gap between my teeth. i also had the habit of biting my nails- rubbing the said gap in the process. years of this destructive behaviour gave me the gap-toothed smile. my teacher once nominated me to be a guest in a radio show, sponsored by a toothpaste brand. but when she saw my teeth, never mind.
now, years after my initial wish to have braces (because everybody had it and it had the potential to kill your apettite), i am the proud owner of a torture device destined to bring pain and discomfort, all for the sake of beauty.
it is true that there is pain and it is true that you cant eat. so far i have had my braces on for two months, and with the process of pulling my teeth together, the pain has only intensified. it does have its benefits. i cant eat very well so i have loss a few pounds (unfortunately, my mouth has a high pain tolerance..so after a few tentative mouthfuls, i begin to shove food down my mouth again), my smile is getting cuter (hehe) and i have developed good oral hygiene (i brush my teeth 3 times a day na...). the big, open and gaping stomatitis and constant pain makes me wanna tear my braces out.
the price of beauty is pain. the girl in ripley's had it right: beauty is pain.
and now,finally, my two front teeth have finally met~
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 11, 2006
blood week
we underwent our first-aid training last week at the red cross youth center. here's my rundown of the events.
contrary to the what you may think, first-aid training is pretty boring. we spent the first day listening to the history of the organization in the humid and warm conference hall. unfortunately for me, i was seated in the back row, the place where ventilation from the ceiling fan cannot reach. i went to school with my shirt stuck all over my back. it was probably my fault anyway. back row people never get called by instructors for recitation, their last ditch effort to make their classses interesting.
next we got lessons on anatomy and basic first aid, which went pretty fast because we did have background information on it, being nursing students and all. no doubt our instructors were competent and knowledgeable, but we couldnt help wishing for lightning to strike them down so we could go home.
action came in the form of basic life-support (CPR) and case analysis. honestly, i think most of us will have mumps by the end of the week. so many details to remember!! and my braces always snagged the mannequins' mouths...
i totally botched up our case analysis by forgetting to assess my victim, who was a mountain of a man, with a knife stuck to his belly, spitting blood all over us. you dont really mind the dirt and the stain--all you'd like to do is save the victim, even though he is such a pain in the ass. anyways, my batchmates decided to be bystanders--not a comforting thought if you saw them rallying like indians around us. victim fainted and my first thought was get him to the hospital. in real-life that's what i would have done...but technically that wasnt real life. so even though my victim is dying i still have to assess him. way to go, you just dragged your team to the abyss of failure.
adrenaline, by the way, really works. practice sessions on lifting proved that we were not fit to lift a child much more a full-grown man. however, that day was a day of surprises. we lifted our victim up and for the first time, nobody wobbled and the victim didnt fall..XD
my jeans were drenched in blood (food coloring) and smudged with mud. i brought an extra shirt but for the love of God why my jeans!!!??? i went to school as is, claiming to have been attacked by dogs.
and finally, i donated 450 cc of blood to the blood bank. yes it hurts and yes i was nervous as hell. elation follows despair, when the big needle (it has to be big as it will prevent RBC destruction) is finally removed. my blood is off to save somebody's life and i am proud of it. its a nice thing to do, and i am hoping to return on June for the second voluntary donation. i'll take this time to plug: donate your blood to the blood bank. its safe and its potentially life saving--for you and others. for more information, visit red cross blood bank XD
so my week ends in a trail of blood, fake blood for that matter.
contrary to the what you may think, first-aid training is pretty boring. we spent the first day listening to the history of the organization in the humid and warm conference hall. unfortunately for me, i was seated in the back row, the place where ventilation from the ceiling fan cannot reach. i went to school with my shirt stuck all over my back. it was probably my fault anyway. back row people never get called by instructors for recitation, their last ditch effort to make their classses interesting.
next we got lessons on anatomy and basic first aid, which went pretty fast because we did have background information on it, being nursing students and all. no doubt our instructors were competent and knowledgeable, but we couldnt help wishing for lightning to strike them down so we could go home.
action came in the form of basic life-support (CPR) and case analysis. honestly, i think most of us will have mumps by the end of the week. so many details to remember!! and my braces always snagged the mannequins' mouths...
i totally botched up our case analysis by forgetting to assess my victim, who was a mountain of a man, with a knife stuck to his belly, spitting blood all over us. you dont really mind the dirt and the stain--all you'd like to do is save the victim, even though he is such a pain in the ass. anyways, my batchmates decided to be bystanders--not a comforting thought if you saw them rallying like indians around us. victim fainted and my first thought was get him to the hospital. in real-life that's what i would have done...but technically that wasnt real life. so even though my victim is dying i still have to assess him. way to go, you just dragged your team to the abyss of failure.
adrenaline, by the way, really works. practice sessions on lifting proved that we were not fit to lift a child much more a full-grown man. however, that day was a day of surprises. we lifted our victim up and for the first time, nobody wobbled and the victim didnt fall..XD
my jeans were drenched in blood (food coloring) and smudged with mud. i brought an extra shirt but for the love of God why my jeans!!!??? i went to school as is, claiming to have been attacked by dogs.
and finally, i donated 450 cc of blood to the blood bank. yes it hurts and yes i was nervous as hell. elation follows despair, when the big needle (it has to be big as it will prevent RBC destruction) is finally removed. my blood is off to save somebody's life and i am proud of it. its a nice thing to do, and i am hoping to return on June for the second voluntary donation. i'll take this time to plug: donate your blood to the blood bank. its safe and its potentially life saving--for you and others. for more information, visit red cross blood bank XD
so my week ends in a trail of blood, fake blood for that matter.
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