The Danger of Yawning

The blog name itself suggests that I'm the odd one out. Not that I choose to be this way intentionally, it just happens to be like that.

This fact is strengthen over and over again after all these years. Just yesterday, a perfect example emerges itself once again...

Who in the hell yawns and got jaw dislocated? Me! I was just preparing to start my studies of the day, when I just yawned... and then I found that my mouth wouldn't close!!no matter how hard I've tried! I know it happens to some people, must mostly could unlock it by themselves. I thought I could too, in the first two hours. I have googled how to unlock a dislocated jaw but to no avail. but, at the third hour, when I can't even move my jaw left and right. I've started to freak out and have no choice but to seek medication help. YES I'VE OPENED MY MOUTH FOR THREE FREAKING HOURS, WHILE  STILL TRYING TO DO PAST YEAR BECAUSE I HAVE FINALS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER. what a baaaad timing for this to have occurred to me.

Long story short. I drove to Assunta Hospital to unjam my locked jaw. Thank god the nurses did not laugh at me. I think they have indeed seen cases and helpless patients like me. And then I was injected with anesthetic (my dad say its just calming agent, to relax my muscles), and the doctor took no more than one minute to unlock my jaw. By inserting his thumbs into my mouth and some how push it back really hard. I was feeling a little drowsy, but then he has fixed it!

And then, the bill came....its 400 freaking bucks!! for a freaking yawn!!! Because its a Sunday, the charges is higher than usual. BUT ITS 400 FREAKING BUCKS FOR A FREAKING YAWN!! I came home and dad just keep nagging me that I should not have opened my mouth so widely when I yawn. And he also prepared contact for 铁打师傅 just in case this ridiculous accident would one day happen again. People would got their jaw dislocated before tend to have it dislocated again more easily in the future. I cannot afford to spend freaking 400 bucks every time I yawn, can I? But I'm guessing a visit to the 铁打sensei wouldn't be as painless as the visit to the ER unit. I guess that they wouldn't prepare any calming agent, and would just unjam my jaw by some very forceful kung fu technique?? I don't know. And I wouldn't want that to happen for a very very long time.

So, for people who have faced similar ordeal as me, the disorder like this is called the Temporomandibular Joint Disorders, it is wise to place a fist below your chin when you yawn. It is said to be able to restrict jaw movement, hence avoid jaw dislocation. LOL.

Anyways, what's done is done. and I'm just so pleased that my jaw is back in order. I can once again sing and speak properly without my lower jaw hanging half open. And I can eat!! After such torture and torment, I now simply appreciate the miracle of my teeth meeting perfectly together, enabling me to enjoy the food in my mouth. And my lips can perfectly fit together and keep liquids in my mouth without spilling them. I have now recognized the importance of my perfectly fitted jaw!

So, there you go. The story of how I've gone through the longest yawn (more than 3 hours) and also the most expensive yawn in my life.

Reality

The more I grow as a person, the more I realized that I'm one of the rare species that live outside the reality. I'm rather ignorant, I'm a nerd who buries herself in studies and could easily disengage from the outside world. I have more knowledge in Hogwarts fantasies and anime than the real world which I'm living in. I mean I have read about the real world, but I have not seen the real world. The real world just sounds like another story.

My bubble world is something many cannot comprehend. Equations and codes and mathematical models. Staying home on Saturday nights. Alcohol and smoke free. Vulgar free. T shirts and sweat pants. Rarely 'doll up'. Lame black and straight loosely tied up ponytail.

Even though I've far evolved from my high school self, i get culture shock again and again countless times until I wonder which alien planet did I come from. How is it that after 22 years, I still have not met and have people like that around me. Its like the world around me is filtered. I'm still in the core center of the white world. I've heard of some grey ones from stories of friends of friends. And I can't even start to comprehend how the black world looks like.

There are people living life to the fullest, doing all sorts of YOLO stuff. Then there are people (guys) who think that lots and lots of money is the most important of all. Then there are the passionate ones who wants to change the world and leave a mark. Then, there's me, wanting to live a simple and peaceful life, and work on something that I'm good at, and just trying to get through this chaotic world peacefully.

Ya, so the conclusion is. I AM from an alien planet. Who has not embrace the culture of the world. I think I could never embrace it. It will be like asking a fish to fly. I feel like I'm a different species all together.

But, I'm graduating. Guess that even though I'm a fish, I would some how need to grow some wings to survive this chaotic journey called life. Imma growing into a flying fish!