So it’s Day 1 post-extraction, and thankfully, there’s no more pain. Sadly, though, I have to take a whole pile of pills everyday—and I really hate taking pills.

See?? gross. Okay, it’s only 5, but it’s still waaay many. And to think I took about one and a half times this number right before the op—scary.

And apart from having to chug pills, there’s another strange side effect: I feel hungry all the time. As in, all the time. As in, I’ll eat breakfast. Then 20 minutes later, I’ll get hungry. Then I’ll eat a slice of bread or some Jell-O. Then 20 minutes later, I’ll get hungry. Then I’ll drink a glass of milk. Then half an hour later, I’ll get hungry. And so on and so forth, until after dinner.

Sheesh, man!

Plus, I’m craving, craving craving desserts. Or breakfast foods—sweet ones. Such as, that Matcha Panna Cotta at OChaCha, everything in the display case at B Bakery, yummy, chewy, eggy crepes from that place at Bugis’ Basement food place, strawberries and cream, blueberry muffins, Snickerdoodles, a Banana-Oreo milkshake, the watermelon freeze from LimauLimau Cafe, on and on and on the list goes, man.

Sigh.

I’m going sliiightly mad here—can you tell?