Halloween came a tad bit early for me. Totally unexpected, I might add. And I realize that it seems to be the reason why I couldn’t bring myself to blog till now—it really does take time before one can accept the fact that she’ll be losing her teeth. All of them, except one.

I came to the dentist with only one shallow intention: I just wanted to have my bridge fixed. It was protruding in an ugly way, so I wanted to make it look better in time for my wedding. When my dentist was examining my teeth, he was already telling me that there was a chance that he might have to remove the teeth where the bridge was hanging on to. You could just imagine how nervous I was. If he removed those teeth, I’d be left with only one tooth.

Upon the removal of the bridge, I could see from the look on his face that I was in for the worst: I’d lose all my teeth at the age of 25.

I really could not understand why this had to happen. I told my dentist that ever since I lost some teeth and had to have partial dentures and bridges, I’ve been doing my best to take care of the remaining ones. I brushed my teeth and partial dentures regularly, and made sure nothing got stuck in between when I’m eating. I don’t chew gum. I don’t even attempt to bite hard food. So what went wrong?

Apparently, I lacked nutrition. It was the lack of calcium and vitamins that made my teeth extremely brittle. My workaholic schedule didn’t help too. And to make matters worse, I don’t drink vitamins regularly.

So there you have it. I now have an early and natural Halloween costume. It’s a good thing I work from home, else, going out in public would have been torture. I can’t even bring myself to look in the mirror.

A face with no teeth isn’t really that much of an issue for me (I’ll just be in hibernation here at home for the entire week till I get my dentures on Saturday). I can even tolerate the pain (I’ve gone through worse, actually). But the unbearable part of this ordeal is the fact that I can’t eat decent food.

Ever since last week, I haven’t had a decent meal. All I’ve been living on were soup, mashed potatoes, oatmeal, and more soup. Whenever my family eats lunch or dinner, my dad makes it a point to tell me that they’re going to be eating so I’ll have the option to eat my soup with them or just have my food in the computer room. I always choose the latter—it’s a real torture seeing but not being able to eat the yummy food my dad cooks.

I read in one of my sister’s teeny-bopper magazines that when you’re dieting, it doesn’t hurt to give in to your cravings once in a while—a little bit of that sinful chocolate cake won’t hurt. At least you’ll stop thinking about it and lessen the risk of you gorging yourself and ruining the diet. But in my case, it’s worse.

I can’t even eat anything that requires chewing. They’re not even sinful food!

And worse, I know it’s my fault that I can’t eat anything decent. If I’ve been more conscious about my health, I don’t think I’d lose my teeth.

My only consolation now is that I’ve lost a few pounds. And at the rate I’m going, I have a feeling I’d lose more within the month. Well, at least I’d look sexy wearing my wedding gown. But then, I guess that’s just me trying to make myself see the good out of this torturous ordeal 🙁

In English, this means “getting sick isn’t allowed.” And so it isn’t—especially when you have a lot to do. But I am 🙁

Marc had colds the past week, and he was worried that I would get it too. I got a bit annoyed—I wasn’t THAT delicate. But he calls me a “sick-ling,” somebody who contracts the flu or whatever from others easily.

Ok, so maybe I have quite a low body resistance. To be honest, I sometimes forget to drink my vitamins regularly. It’s pretty obvious that that has a lot to do with me being a sick-ling, but I guess one of the major reasons for this are my bad sleeping habit, and stress from work and the wedding planning.

I sleep at weird hours, but I know I get enough of it. Sometimes even more than enough. I just can’t help it—I work best at night when it’s quiet and the room temperature is comfortably cool. But I’ve been told more than once that sleeping at weird hours (ie. afternoon) isn’t the same as sleeping at night. Is that true? I haven’t really found anything written about that on the Net (or maybe I just haven’t looked hard enough), so any ideas on this would be very much welcome. I would really like to know why I seem to get sick easily, you know.

I guess stress being a source of sickness (or at least low body resistance) is pretty obvious. From Wikipedia, my all-time favorite source:

Whenever we encounter a stressful event, our bodies undergo a series of hormonal and biochemical changes that put as in a ‘fight or flight mode.’ Our heart rate increases, adrenaline rushes through our blood stream, and our digestive and immune systems temporarily shut down. If the stressors continue and we stay on high alert for a prolonged period of time, we experience exhaustion and burn out.

Well, that explains it 😛 My immune systems “temporarily shut down.”

I have to admit that I’ve been going back to my workaholic state once again, and it’s not really helping me get rid of this bad cold. I can’t help it. With our wedding so near, the pressure and excitement is just a bit overwhelming—I would rather work on my projects that think about them. I know it’s weird, but working (or just blogging and designing for fun) is my way of distracting myself. It doesn’t necessarily relieve the stress, but really, sometimes you got to choose the lesser of two evils. Wedding is a life-changing event, and thinking about it just scares the shit out of me.

Marc and I went out with some blogger friends last night, but the “de-stressing” was already a tad bit late. I was already starting to get the colds.

I don’t really have much of a problem working when a bit sick (with “a bit,” I mean, I’m not burning with fever or anything). After all, I do work from home. I can easily take a 1-hour nap when I feel the need to. But getting colds? I hate getting colds. Runny noses are just so irritating, especially when you suddenly ran out of tissue paper and you desperately needed to blow 🙁

Well, let’s just hope this bad cold blows over before my wedding—I don’t want to have a runny nose while saying “I do.” That’s just… Disgusting 😛

Marc and I went to Eastwood yesterday with his youngest sister, Diane, to watch Silent Hill (Mission Impossible will have to come later, waiting in the ticket line is IMPOSSIBLE), but we had to wait two hours for the showing. So we decided to eat first at Fuzion.Fuzion Smoothie Cafe is… a smoothie cafe. They usually serve finger food, but I was so starved I could eat a cow so I ordered a rice meal. Marc got a smoothie for the reason that we’re in a SMOOTHIE cafe, and Diane got this Potato Platter thingie. My Asian Barbecue was ok, but Diane’s potatoes were a bit weird.

We thought that the sour taste was part of the seasoning. At first we thought it was the sauce, but then I tried the potato alone, and it’s still tangy. So there’s the culprit: the potato! Well, since that was the first time we ever ate at Fuzion, we assumed that it really tastes that way.

Marc and I helped Diane finish her order, and when there were about 5 potato pieces left to eat, our waitress approached us and asked for feedback. I commented off-hand (and forever being tackless), “your food is good, but the potato is a bit sour. Kind of weird combination of herbs is it?” Then the waitress thanked me and left for the kitchen.

There was about 1 potato left when she approached us again. But this time, she was carrying a platter of twister fries. “Ma’am, compliments of the house for the sour potato you ate.”

What the f**k?!!!

So it wasn’t a “unique blend of herbs.” It was friggin’ bad!

Well, they were very apologetic about it. And they admitted it without me pointing it out intentionally. That’s a rare thing these days. There are very few restaurants or cafes that will do the same thing, and would probably even deny giving you bad food. Honest people in business is becoming a rarity these days. Most are just concerned with profit, and it’s a refreshing change to know that there still exists business people who value customer satisfaction.

If I get diarrhea out of this, well, at least I’m no longer constipated. 😆 Kidding.

Seriously though. I like their food. And their honestly made me like them even better. Regardless of my mistake in the potato’s identity (I ate a friggin’ bad potato and actually ENJOYED it!), I can honestly say that I’d eat at Fuzion again. I’d even recommend them to you guys… But just keep in mind that the potatoes in the Potato Platter SHOULDN’T be sour. If it is, ask for free twister fries! 😀

I know most of you will agree with me when I say this: being constipated is one of the worst feelings in the world.

Wikipedia says:

Constipation or Irregularity, is a condition of the digestive system where a person (or animal) experiences hard feces that are difficult to eliminate; it may be extremely painful, and in severe cases (fecal impaction) lead to symptoms of bowel obstruction. Obstipation refers to severe constipation. Causes of constipation may be dietary, hormonal, a side effect of medications, and anatomical. Treatment is with a change in dietary habits, laxatives, fiber therapy, enemas, and rarely surgery.

I haven’t taken a shit in about three days already. Man, I so hope that the only treatment I’ll need is “change in dietary habits,” or even better, “laxatives.” Anyway, I’m pretty sure everyone has experienced feeling constipated at least once in their lives—if you haven’t, that’s kinda weird, or you just have an insanely healthy diet. Well, if you really haven’t, I’ll tell you.

You get this terrible feeling in your stomach (“blended” wastes wanting to go out), you sit on the toilet bowl, but then… Nothing comes out!!! Your friggin’ shit just won’t get out. I’ve been having that feeling for the past three days now, and it’s been a torture. I’ve been drinking gallons of water a day (ok, maybe I’m exaggerating, BUT STILL), but I still can’t shit properly. As much as possible, I try not to take laxatives, or anything that will force me to shit. Shitting way too often isn’t a happy feeling too, you know (I feel like I’m being drained when that happens). Well, if I STILL can’t shit properly by tomorrow, I’m taking laxatives.

Maybe it’s because of the coffee? Yeah, maybe that’s it.

Anyway, physical constipation isn’t the only thing that’s been bugging me. I think I’m also having a design and writing constipation too (commonly called Designer’s Block and Writer’s Block :D). The thoughts are there, but they just won’t come out in words. I’ve been working on a document for the WordPress Codex, and all I’ve come up with for the past week is just three measly lines—and they’re not even complete sentences! I’m far from done with my article for PixelBureau, and even my designing “speed” has decreased unreasonably. I can’t come up with new designs for the business my sister and I are putting up as well. I guess it’s lucky that I’ve been doing web/graphics design for almost 9 years now—I can’t afford having a constipation of that too! If that happens, I’m not only dead, but BROKE too 😛

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just really stressed out. And MAYBE I just need a movie fix to de-stress. Marc honey, are you reading this? 😀