from my notebook:
Soo on the airplane we were offered chicken or seafood so I figured it’s best to always take the other option when seafood is mentioned. I ate the chicken, a small amount. My reasoning was that it would help me get used to eating meat for the next two weeks. There was also a side dish with one piece of lettuce, string beans, locks, and ham(?). Also, bread roll and soba... and Milano cookies, mmm...

So I ate the chicken, rice, peas, ALL of it hoping that they would dislodge the beast cracker of doom. While I was eating the fatty chicken I did feel less pain. probably because I was thinking so much about the fact that I was eating chicken! But when it was gone, the chicken, toothster took control of the house. Not even Milano cookies could smother its violent regime... with all their chocolatey goodness.

I saved the soba + sauce + chopsticks + bread thinking that would be the last meal on the plane (it wasn’t). I drank all of my 32oz of water plus more hoping it would magically fix my tooth. I picked at it, found hidden treasure in my airplane utensils and used a toothpick, but to no avail! Maybe I will just forget about it? I tried to read but then my brain, teeth, and organs went out of control. There was chicken inside of me! AHHHHH! organs=exploding. 2 hours into the flight I finally decided to take tylenol. Ahhhhhh how good it felt to be able to read without my brain, herbivorous organs, and mouth throbbing! The end! ** A+