You can't go back

I felt gloomy when I arrived in Tin Hau, and the despond shifted a little, but not too much, by the time I woke up. Coming back to Hong Kong, I was struck by how muggy the air is. This is retribution for all the sneers I made at first time visitors to Singapore, startled by the heat and humidity. It turns out that I'm just as bad at adjusting, but I hadn't realised I'd have to go through it myself.

Getting your teeth stuck in

My mouth continues to be a source of pain and suffering for me.

My face hurts

Today I went back to the dentist, and lo and behold, I did need a root canal after all.

What is in my mouth?

I woke up at stupid o'clock this morning, when my left calf decided to cramp up. This happens once a year or so, usually after I've flushed all the salts out of my body by drinking sweet, delicious booze. There was no alcoholic reason for me to be thrashing in agony on the bed. Perhaps it was just the twelve flights of stairs that made my muscles unhappy.

Crisis Postponed

Today I went to the dentist to see what would be done to me. Medical technology has come on leaps and bounds, although you still have to wait in the reception area for fifteen minutes after your appointment is due. I guess dentists like making you wait.

Coming to pieces

I'm feeling my age. This morning I pulled two white hairs from my beard, and when I arrived at the office today and noticed a sharp pain in my jaw, it was because one of my molars had disintegrated. Perhaps this is the week I start falling apart.