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hello! Haven't blogged in awhile now so i thought for this blog I'll just blog about the latter part of my day after I got home from work...
I got back from work and sat at the kitchen table with mom and stuffed my face with a new flavour of potato chips and talked. For work, we sometimes teach the kids to group things according to groups like categories or what they're used for (their function) and this new kid I've just started working with doesn't have alot of pictures to go with some of the functions like cutting, cleaning, sitting etc. and we had a huge stack of junk mail shop catalogues that come almost every week for the different shopping places ( I can't remember if we had stuff like that in Singapore...) so I sat down for the next hour or so with my scissors and going through at least 5 or 6 catalogues for pictures. Then I went to go email my case manager (the person who's my supervisor for that kid, different supervisor for different kids). Since I was online I checked the new photos I was tagged in on facebook from a friend's birthday yesterday and hung around the world wide web for awhile. Then realised I was incredibly hungry, no wonder, it was 9pm plus. So I went and helped myself to a huge dinner (one of these days I'm going to upload what my serving for meals looks like compared to my brother's ); cleaned and washed up after that. The rule in our house is the last person who eats has to clean up - pack away the food in the fridge, wash up etc. Then I found more catalogues... So up till 5 minutes ago I was chopping up catalogues for pictures of dishwashing powder, toilet rolls while listening/watching paramore on youtube.
Everything's quiet in the house. Ever since I started my tv fast for 3 weeks with church for our 21 days prayer & fasting I've been more productive and everyone seems to be going to bed earlier, myself included which is a good thing!
Uni tomorrow, then work with the new kid and my new materials(!), then lifegroup :)
for what could possibly be almost a month now i'd been sick. like ridiculously sick. First i was trying to recover from my wisdom teeth surgery then i caught an awful bug ... coughing and nausea then as i was starting to recover from that I got hit with another bug. Relentless. It took my dim mind a while to work out that I was probably picking up the bugs from the kids I work with. Since the next time I went in to work their coughs sounded very familiar, of course they weren't as sick and weak as I had been. evil disease carrying children who still look disarmingly cute.
As a result of my weakened state on one of the days I passed out and so of course my very dramatic mother decided to take me to my GP (who also happens to be my uncle). My equally concerned uncle told me to take a blood test.
So results of seeing my uncle and the blood tests: I have a healthy liver and kidneys, my vitamin levels are good (hah! take that mom & stop trying to force them down my throat) but I have very low iron, something 2 of my other girl cousins had so that was almost expected and get this ! I'm underweight. I was shocked. I've been 53 kg ever since secondary school sometimes 54kg. And (I should tell you that I'm not too pleased about this) I'm 166cm. For the last few years I've been happily telling people that I'm 167 maybe 169. It was lies all lies. I'm 166 cm :( But I guess I'm missing the main point here. I'm underweight. My uncle said my bmi was low enough to try for top-notch modelling (my seriously deluded uncle) but I did tell him that modelling was never one of my life's ambitions. At least my mom thought it was funny. And then fully taking advantage of the fact that he was my uncle as well as my doctor, he says, "Nyshamol, you HAVE to eat more. Make sure you eat more red meat. Your iron is very low!" Then came the dreaded question, "What do you have for breakfast?" "Umm...milo?" and my cruel cruel mother smirked in the corner. Then comes the almighty "that's all ?!! " and then the spiel about breakfast being the most important meal of the day etc. But because I'm actually annoyed with myself for being underweight I've been studiously having proper various combinations of cereal, toast, milo & juice for breakfast followed by my poo-blackening iron tablets (ok maybe you didn't need so much detail). And I've been eating more. A few days ago I had 2 dinners. An early dinner before I went out then when I got back I felt hungry again so I had a second dinner.Twice. And yesterday I had 2 krispy kreme donuts. It may not be the most healthy but hey it should help with putting on weight. I hope I'm doing the right thing (well I realise the donuts were pushing it) but I thought I was listening to my body before and not overeating and that I was a healthy weight but as it turned out I was underweight. I help out at church with younger girls and so many of them are struggling with weight issues, some already have eating disorders and they're only 12 and 13 ! It breaks my heart. So to hear that I was underweight, I wasn't going to just let that slide. And the fact that the combination of being underweight and iron deficiency was the reason I had fallen sick so badly I was going to do all that I could to never fall that sick or feel that weak again.
But here's the confusing part. I don't tell everybody (though the fact that I'm blogging about it might mean otherwise) that I'm underweight and iron deficient just a handful of people. I don't mind telling people it's just a random topic of conversation. It only comes up when people ask about my health post-being sick. One older lady said she wasn't surprised that I was underweight and that she could've told me that; another older lady said that she didn't think I was underweight she said I look healthy! And that's what I've always thought. My cousin in Singapore when I mentioned it to him said that the WHO recently said that there should be different bmis for asians. So he asked if i wanted him to check with his dad (he's a doctor as well) if I was underweight. I didn't want the my 2 uncles arguing over my bmi so I let it pass. But seeing how i'm fully embracing the eat-more and stuff my face more than my brothers is going I should probably make sure it's not all in vain. Now that would be annoying.
I must say thought if you're still reading all this you must be an amazingly patient friend who is genuinely interested in my well-being. Thank you!
So I'll go investigate my underweightedness further and in the mean time enjoy the excuse to overeat! Hurrah!
the first one was probably taken 3 days afer my surgery and believe it or not it actually got more swollen than that before it started going down. The second one was taken yesterday- there's still a bit of numbness in the front of my lower jaw (because of bruised nerves) but otherwise I'm eating normally again ! :B
my lower lip is still larger than it should be. darn anaesthisia and bruised nerves.
so just a mini post (which probably means it will end up huge) to test out the whole emaill thingy.
i have realised again today that i have mood swings. Like today i was so annoyed. I was going through my to-do list and quite pleased that i was ticking alot of things off. then mom needed me to help with some vacuuming and cooking. Completely legitimate. but it took me away from my to-do list. Earth-shattering.
so i try to be nice about it but i still end up being very crabby, short-tempered and had the scrunched up face of a rat. And of course the main victim of my moodiness - mom. Not nice at all. Especially since she's incredibly stressed out, trying to clean out stuff while looking for important misplaced documents.
Bad, bad, bad. So as I was grumpily chopping up cucumbers and carrots I thought about my mood and it seemed so dense so thick like I couldn't just get out of it. Not good. And my grandmother was in the kitchen too ( may not have yet mentioned that my grandmother's here with us in perth too. that's another story for another blogpost)
the thing about me and my moods is that unfortunately when I'm in a bad mood, everyone realises. Even if i'm completely silent. It's like this aura I project. If I'm in a bad mood everyone walks around on eggshells. Can make a person feel very powerful. BUT it's not right. I love my family and yes my mom has this amazing talent of sending me to new levels of annoyance when I'm already in a bad mood but that doesn't change the fact she's my mom.
- interlude from ranting because said mother just walked in-
feeling much better. apparently she was somewhat unaware of my bad mood. ego has been deflated. she's so ridiculously happy go lucky i guess that's why i often go into mother hen on overdrive. mental note to self: next time in bad mood, the strategy of -keeping very quiet and trying to be civil untill i can get away and get my head screwed back on right- seems to work.
mental note to self #2: check calendar.may be that time of the month. i love being female.
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It's june and i'm sitting in my room feeling a bit sorry for myself. I got my wisdom teeth removed on tuesday afternoon; I was actually really nervous before the surgery. The whole I'm unconscious thing while people are cutting up my gums and digging around for my teeth. Honestly though I had a good surgeon he was really friendly before and reassuring and I'm recovering well. Apparently when you've been under General Anaesthesia you wake up either laughing or crying. My cousin Michelle woke up laughing, I of course woke up in tears. But because I knew what to expect I didn't get too emotional, instead I was shivering more. I get cold easily and I'm guessing it was really cold when they were doing the operation and I suppose I can't shiver when I'm under GA so I woke up with the shakes. The nurses were good though. One ran off and got me a thicker blanket. My mom had dropped me off at the clinic and came back with my brother and I'm glad she did because she gets nervous around blood (she's been known to faint) and the first thing my brother does when he sees me is take a photo (if i get hold of it I'll upload it.) It was nice having him around, he made me laugh but at the same time was very attentive making sure I was ok. Mom in the meantime was sitting a bit further away and telling my brother not to make me laugh and to let me rest.
Today's Friday, about 3 days later and my face is still massive. I don't know where my jawline is anymore and the nurse I spoke to on the phone said it's normal for my face to swell up more before it gets better. I'm taking an antibiotic, 2 types of pain killers and rinsing my mouth alot with saltwater and basically doing nothing else except trying to make my family feel sorry for me and do stuff for me ! (not working very well. unsympathetic savages...) I'm still eating liquid-ish stuff but my lower jaw is starting to feel a bit better so hopefully I'll soon be able to eat more solid food.
My main worry atm is the commitments I'd said yes to before thinking that I would've recovered by now. Tonight I'm supposed to start traning to help out with the multimedia at revo (church young adults), tomorrow I'm helping out with a kid's programme all afternoon and Sunday I have training for work! I think I'm fine to go to all of these as long as I keep talking to a minimum and I take my pain killers with me in case I need them. I've been really good with my pain killers I don't take them as often as I'm supposed to, I'm glad that the pain isn't that bad.
Ok so it's time for a new post that's loong overdue! First things first in the last hour I joined twitter! I hope I don't end up seriously regretting this. I really don't need more social networking systems to occupy my time when I really have other things I should be doing! But yes everybody join twitter to keep my company :) my username is nysha_86 not that hard huh ?
Ok onto jobs :) I've got one!! Well I'm still in observation / training phase but pish that's just small details. I'm working witha company called ISADD (Intervention Services for Autism and Developmental Delays) basically I'll be working as a behavioural therapist with kids with autism and developmental delays. I've only just observed my first session on Wednesday and I've got 2 more lined up next week - one on Monday morning and another on Tues. So there are 2 training workshops and an orientation session before I'm meant to start working and getting paid. Before that all the other times that I'm going will be for observation only. After I've been trained there will be a senior therapist who will be helping me as I start of with a new client (child) for 4 - 6 sessions. So I'm really looking forward to this as it's what I've been hoping to do the last couple of months in terms of jobs. And it's so great that I've got a job now despite the doom and gloom going around about the economic times. Not to be insensitive though so if anyone is looking for a job hang in there- just be positive cause once you lose hope you lose everything! (easier said than done)
My cousin, Georgina, is coming to Perth for 3 weeks in May and I'm really looking forward to that!I guess that's about it for now. I'll try to keep updating as life and work progresses :)
