Back from fighting a war. Yeah u heard right, a war with the dental professional. I struggled to hold back the tears, the blood splattering around my face. It was chaos everywhere.
In the end, he, won. I was taken into custody,, my jaws forced into a vice-like grip. Two sets or rubbers were forced into the inner sanctions of my mouth. One on the left, another on the right. To top it all off, one more was placed diagonally from top to bottom.
Starvation loomed in the distance. Fed porridge the whole day.. felt so weak.. so tired..so hungry... it was worse then POW treatment...
At night, it was so torturous, my legs, whole body felt so helpless.
Food FOod .. i need fooODD!!
At last, had mee soto and cheese prata and Tea tarek.. the war was over.
