When I really wanted to eat meat, I could only drink white porridge. Forget it, the requirements should not be too high. But even eating is not enough. I am so hungry! I feel that I can't fill my stomach with desire...

After the tooth extraction surgery, my mouth world has become a "hell" favored by the demons.

Before I left the hospital, the female doctor said a few precautions: First, do not brush your teeth or rinse your mouth; second, eat slowly with the teeth on the other side; third, buy some anti-inflammatory medicine to take.

Well, the date of removal of the stitches is one week later, which means I can't brush my teeth and rinse my mouth within a week. That feeling...

As for eating, I originally thought I could eat some meat or something normally, but that was simply a luxury delusion. I could only open the food by the mouth for about one centimeter, and I couldn't even bite the larger food because the wound on the right hurts so much! I felt like I had become a patient who was seriously ill.

Indeed, it was a little serious. After the operation, I realized how much damage my mouth was. In addition to the redness and swollen teeth on the suture, my tongue was scratched several parts, and even the skin at the corners of my mouth was worn out, causing redness and then pus.

The inflammation of the teeth injured in my mouth also caused my mind to get hot, and simply, I had a fever.

I haven't caught a cold for almost a year, but I actually had a fever due to inflammation after tooth extraction. Well, it's really interesting.

On the afternoon of the operation, I entered an extremely difficult stage. I was obviously sleepy and had to lie on the bed to sleep, but the headache caused by the fever and the injured and inflamed torment me both tormented me. I couldn’t sleep at all. Even if I could barely fall asleep, the feeling in the dream was painful!

After that, I thought about a lot of things when my mind was not very clear...

I wonder, am I too dependent on myself? I think I am very good at everything and can handle many things. However, at critical moments, I still can't help myself and still need help.

Just like, I have never seen a dentist and don’t know how to register in the hospital. At this critical point, my second sister has to take time to accompany me to the hospital. Think about it, I seem to be just living in my own world. In my own world, I am my own god, and I can overcome all difficulties and move forward. However, when reality and dreams are interchangeable, I wake up and I am still a child.

After the tooth extraction surgery, I could only drink porridge, and there were fewer porridge sold in restaurants outside. My uncle and aunt asked me to go home every day to drink porridge and drink some soup to supplement it. In front of my family, my own world is like the toy world I fantasized about when I was a child, and it has no realism at all.

Drinking white porridge alone was too tasteless, so Aunt bought pickled vegetables to deliver them to me. She looked at me eating pickled vegetables and said with a smile: "You liked pickled vegetables the most when you were a child. As long as you have pickled vegetables, you can do anything and you can also bring pickled vegetables to eat. After that, you grew up so old, and you couldn't eat because you had tooth pulled out, so you saw you eat pickled vegetables and send porridge again."

I didn't seem to have any impression of it: "Is it?"

Aunt still smiled naturally: "Yes."

In front of my aunt, I was always a child. When I was injured, my home was still the warmest place.

When did I start to rely on myself?

It seems that it was the lonely period of my second year of high school, and I began to fall in love with reading.

That period was indeed a small counterattack period in my study era. It turned out that I could also understand what learning is.

However, since then, it has been less easy for me to trust others. The most I believe is always myself. I am withdrawn, which makes me not so sociable.

In terms of interpersonal relationships, when they are already stiff, they become even more stiff. For example, I usually rarely touch the connections between relatives. It seems that I am the only one in my world...

Some time ago, my uncle took his wife and a baby who was just born to visit us in Shenzhen. My uncle and aunt and second sister both seemed very happy, and I was the only one smiling quietly. That feeling seemed a bit cold. When facing relatives, I could no longer be natural. I felt that I was redundant in front of them. I only like a quiet world. This is the sequelae of being used to loneliness.

My aunt is a very lively woman and speaks vividly. Even if we suddenly don’t know what topic to talk about, she will find many topics to talk about, which will not make us feel unlucky. As Aunt said, talking to her makes you feel very comfortable. For some reason, if you see her for the first time, you won’t feel strange to her, but instead you seem to have known her for a long time.

I think that's a sign of high emotional intelligence. In fact, I also hope that I am a person with high emotional intelligence, but I love loneliness too much.

My over-reliance on my loneliness not only makes my world quieter, but also makes me feel more and more unnatural.

I remembered the plot in "Naruto", the battle between the two sons of the Six Path Immortal, Indra and Asura. The Six Path Immortal said the reason why Asura allowed him to inherit the power of the Six Paths was that Indra believed in his strength so much that he was arrogant and had only himself in his eyes. Although Asura was somewhat lacking in ability, he was kind-hearted and willing to help others, so when he was in trouble, others were willing to help him, so that he would become better.

Thinking about myself again, am I following the path of Indra?

No, I am me, I am not anyone.

On the evening of the day after the tooth extraction surgery, I was tortured by toothache and headache. I knew very well that to relieve the headache caused by fever, that is, to sweat normally.

So, I endured the double pain and started push-ups. After all, this is a faster way to exercise.

Sure enough, when the body's exercise reaches a certain level, sweat comes out.

I feel that I don’t sweat enough. I need to shed more!

Usually, I think the most sweat is dancing. After a quick dance, sweat can come out all of a sudden. However, jumping around has some impact on the wounds in my mouth.

Therefore, I chose to play table tennis.

I'm talking about playing table tennis is not the kind that I play on the table, but directly against the wall. In fact, it's quite challenging. I hit a ball with my forehand, and when the table tennis ball hits the wall and bounces back, I use my backhand to block it. Anyway, it's just a positive and negative one. Although it's not formal, it has a different kind of fun in sports.

After an hour, my sweat had already soaked my clothes, and the headache had already dissipated.

Regarding my fever, my family recommends taking me to the clinic for treatment or taking "cold clearance". But I don't want to rely too much on drugs, so I can cure myself and try my best to cure myself. I still chose my way and sweat to relieve my "fever".

Therefore, I am still the protagonist in my world. However, I am not arrogant and overly dependent on myself. When I encounter difficulties, my family wants to help me, but I also do not refuse, because I know that I still need to learn something humbly. Just as Naruto encountered difficulties when he was growing up and someone helped him, he also had to accept help from others in order to move forward better.

In my own world, I am both my own god and a child who needs help.

A person's world is too lonely and still needs love. (To be continued)
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