Ears, friends and my best hoodie yet

I didn't appreciate how healthy I was until the last two weeks. It all started with a sore tooth, I think I'll be all responsible and go get it taken care of. I have my tooth out and then three days later I wake up with such sore ears and spend the weekend in quite a lot of pain and getting more deaf. Then Sunday night I wake up every hour or so really really hurting and I can't find a comfortable way to sleep that's not on my head. Both my ears and my mouth is hurting (mouth way way less than my ears but still a little sore). 

So this morning I go over to James' house and he offers to save me, we go to find an ENT Doctor who I was hoping would really help. I'd really struggle if I didn't have such good buddies here, even though I regret going now, it was probably a good thing to have done, and I couldn't have without my buddies (big and small). 

She 'cleaned' my ears which was quite possibly the most horrific thing I've done ever, it felt as though she was trying to rip my eyes out through my ear with barbed wire on a stick. Then gives me a prescription, I don't actually find out what my issue is or why it's happened but at this point I'm ready to jump out the window and want to leave as soon as possible. I'm still deaf and now hurting more than before. 

We go to the pharmacy to get the meds and James goes in, I stay with Kari in the car feeling horrific, the little cutie comes and sits with me and gives me probably the best most needed cuddle I've had ever in my life :') 

James takes me home, I drink some water, throw it up (because of how crap I'm feeling probably) and go to bed. 

I've got a whole cocktail of pills and potions to take now and I'm hoping these work and in the next few days I'll be back to normal. 

My favorite new jumper has been so useful because I'm  going hot and cold, spent the afternoon in bed wrapped up in  my jumper, with my blankee and Jeff. 

If I'm right, I'm the first to have one of these karate hoodies too. I've wanted a hoodie I can wear over my gi or whenever really, that's karate related and now I have one, simple yet cool. Okinawan karate aikoka- a lover of Okinawan karate- that's me. 

When your feeling really rubbish and just want to hide, the hood comes in helpful ;) 

A Fresh Start.

What a rollercoaster of a weekend! I really had some great times and some really challenging times too! 

Firstly I got my visa extended, which has made it feel like I get I start all over again.

On Saturday morning I went back to karate after a week break because of my teeth surgery and issues -it was hard, I was still taking painkillers and still have not eaten properly for around a week now. I did my best, I can do better, I will do better soon but If I looked at it as a challenge- you might not be feeling good when you actually have to use it- a lot of the class relied on muscle memory and I think somethings going in!! 

Then onto Japanese lessons- this was a hard one because I woke up on Friday with sore ears that were kinda difficult to hear out of and it was just getting worse, we put it down to swelling from the surgery but now I can't really hear or understand English so Japanese was near on impossible. Then I took some painkillers and drank some coffee and energy gels and we did the dojo bar fashion show. That was fun. We all wore our clothes walked up and down the bar a bit and then had a bit party together.

James tricked me too! 

I come into the kitchen of the bar after the show, just so hungry, at this point a stitch had come out so my mouth felt less spiky. I find this big pot of stew that looked really yummy. So I hunt down James and ask what it is and if I can eat some- he's 'busy' but says yes but ignores the question about what it is. So of I go back to the big mystery pot and take some, looks just like beef, or maybe lamb I'm hungry so don't really care. I eat it, it's good. James appears and just wanders by like 'oh yea, that's my goat stew' 😱 

We invented the Brexit cocktail which was just plain nasty. So, so bad but we got drunk and my head stopped hurting and I feel like it was fun even if I can't remember much. 

Then it's Sunday. I'm still hungry and I need to make pizza. Ever since I had my tooth out and struggling to eat I only wanted a trifle. So I searched Okinawa and there is not one. So I made one. What appears to be the only trifle in Okinawa! Perfect because habu sensei is coming! He is so cool. 

I can't ear much f what is happening, and my dad hurts too much to try and focus on the Japanese but just being there with these guys is enough for me. 

They say you become like the people you spend the most time with, If I spend enough time with the incredible people here maybe one day I can be just like them. 

I'm becoming a hybrid of Okinawa and England with Goya champuru as a main and English trifle as dessert! Ate the most food I've eaten in over a week (it wasn't much but it really helped!) 

I'm a bit deaf so can't hear anything and habu sensei tells me to eat this orange square (kinda touganzuki looking) thing that appeared at the table, can't really say no because everyone's staring at me. So I take a bite, it's fishy and salty and defiantly nothing like touganzuki. It's fish eggs In a block type thing. 

So this weekend I ate goat, and fish eggs and trifle. 

Habu sensei brought us some giant suiika too! I Really like the watermelon from here, so so different to what I've ever eaten in England. Perfect breakfast for tomorrow. 

Teeth Trouble

So last week I wake up one morning and my mouth feels a bit stiff and sore- first thought 'I don't remember getting hit at karate yesterday' I soon forget about it and go about my day. However over the next few days I end up with pain in my jaw all the time, I couldn't open my mouth much and I definitely couldn't eat. 

Hence after a couple of days of miserableness and hunger with no improvement, I find myself a dentist. 

He's a really nice guy who trained in New York and so speaks English well. We do X-rays and everything and he tells me I have a infection and so to go away for 5 days and take antibiotics and painkillers, then come back and he will take it out because it's pushing into my other teeth and there's no space in my mouth for it. That's what I did and yesterday he pulled it out and stitched up the gap with three stitches. Such a unlucky number. 

I only have one more bottom wisdom tooth left that hasn't come through yet and hopefully never will. 

Besides feeling like I had a fight with the hulk today it's not as horrific as I was expecting. Last night was a bit rough, I took the painkillers he gave me to take after the anasthetic and other ones he gave me wore off  but then I was sick a couple of times so I took some more, maybe too many as I don't really remember anything after about 7pm or maybe that's just how those ones worked.

I'm still super hungry and sore and tired but given a day or two and some proper food I think I'll be just fine.