My senses are coming back to me now. I can use my tongue to mush food against the top of my hard palate. Means now I can "eat" soft carrots, yams, tofu, and ice-cream.
Since I'm getting more sensible and I got tons of time on my side, I've done lots of thinking.
1) 原來吞口水是這麼困難的。
2) 原來肚餓的感覺是這樣辛苦的。
3) 原來電視廣告是充滿美食的。
4) 原來人是會在捱餓時夢見 McD 薯條的。
5) 我屋主實在對我太好了。
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Out of everything, it's hunger that strikes me the most.
Is it a coincidence that prior to my oral surgery I've finished Angela's Ashes and The Pianist?
I never paid hunger/famine any thoughts. "OK you were hungry, but you didn't die, right? OK you're hungry, but I can't do anything. OK you're hungry, like millions of others, I can't save everybody."
But now, I'm suffering. I can feel it. Every second my body tells me I need to eat. I need proteins, vegetables, carbs, I need to survive. I can smell real food. I can't eat any. My stomach growls loud. At this moment, I would give anything to have a full meal.
What does this experience mean to me? Why now?
What should I do next?
(Who asked you to remind me? Smart ass.)
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