Everything is annoying me these days.
The directions from a semi-bossy dental nurse - "You know, if you put this instrument there
, it would be easier."
"I prefer to work my way, thanks." I snapped back. To be sure, she was probably just giving some helpful suggestion. But it annoys me after like... 10 suggestions.
Then of course the lift in my apartment was hogged by people who were moving in or out.
Then all the traffic lights were red.
Hopefully watching The Simpsons Movie tonight will cheer me up.
I am hankering to add this to my collection. Louis Vuitton Pochette Cosmétique
Because I want to.
|You Are A Little Snobby|
And being a little snobby every once and a while is totally allowed.
Because if no one was ever snobby, no one would ever try to dress up or look pretty.
And while you do enjoy the finest things in life (that you can afford), you tire of superficiality.
You know there's more to life than what's just on the surface.
|Your Personality Is|
You are sensible, down to earth, and goal oriented.
Bottom line, you are good at playing by the rules.
You tend to be dominant - and you are a natural leader.
You are interested in rules and order. Morals are important to you.
A hard worker, you give your all at whatever you do.
You're very serious, and people often tell you to lighten up.
In love, you tend to take things carefully and slowly.
At work, you are suited to almost any career - but you excel in leadership positions.
With others, you tend to be polite and formal.
As far as looks go, you are traditionally attractive. You take good care of yourself.
On weekends, you tend to like to do organized activities. In fact, you often organize them!
|What Your Sleeping Position Says|
You are calm and rational person with a good deal of balance in your life.
Friends consider you to be kind, caring, and truly loyal.
You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.
Open to the world, you are not afraid to be yourself.
If you don't get enough sleep, you are: Able to cope
It's hard to sleep next to you because: You're a bed hog
|You Go For Brains!|
You want a guy with a big... brain.
And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it.
What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!)
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
My Favourite Subject
Truth be told, I am not one cut out to do fantabulously beautiful resin composite fillings, made up of 8 separate layers of differently colored composite to create the most aesthetic result possible. Nor am I the kind of person to patiently try to move teeth around until the perfect occlusion is achieved. Nor do I enjoy peering into a tooth, searching for lost canals and cleaning them out. Most of all, I detest looking teeth that have half their roots showing and proceed to clean out more gums.
In actual fact, my favourite field so far is that of extraction.
There's something very satisfying about hearing the PDL fibres give way and extracting the tooth. Perhaps it's because I have not done many, and therefore it is still a novelty. However, it is my favourite by far.
That makes me sound rather butcherly, doesn't it?
Labels: Dental School
My skin is fairly dry and winter has been aggravating the situation.
My aunt sent me yet another care package of cosmetics and in it included a set of skin care items, which I've been religiously using and am very pleased with the results.Lancome Sensation Totale
- My current new favourite by far. It's a serum that you apply before moisturizer, and I have to say that it has produced fantabulous results. In love.Lancome Hydrazen Neuroclam
- Destressing moisturizer. My night cream. Lancome Beinfait Multi-vital
- My day cream. Slightly tinted.Lancome Caresse
- Body lotion. Equally good.
My rave review particularly to the Sensation Totale. Try it!!
A Boxful of Chocolate
For the upcoming Dentistry Ball, they've decided to raise funds by selling chocolates...again.
So here I am with 48 bars of chocolate, unsure about how to dispose of them.
1. Eat them all myself.
2. Ask people I know to buy them. This was what I did the last time, and I did not particularly enjoy it. Why? Because many acted as if it was a massive sacrifice on their part to buy a 1 dollar bar of chocolate, like it was a big big favour I just asked of them.
3. Shamelessly ask people I don't
know to buy them. Even more confronting than No. 2.
4. Buy them all myself, and give them away. While many would refuse to shell out a dollar, the same people are oh-so-willing to get them for free.
5. Return them to the committee.
I suppose many consider the Dental Ball to be an unworthy cause compared to starving orphans in a war torn country. Fair enough. And I suppose many people do
buy chocolate from me because it's a favour to me. Therefore I should not complain, but just put my emotions elsewhere and just do what I have to do to sell them all.
Even if it means being patronised.
Here's the number of things that I need
to make wonderful study notes that I don't even read.
Labels: My Organized Life
I just spent an hour thinking about what I would name my non-existent dog.
Yes, I want a dog that
Still haven't come to any conclusions yet. It's so hard to get the right name.
Perhaps it would be easier if I actually had
a dog in the first place.
The things I'd do to get out of studying Oral Med.
I have an unusually large amount of makeup, due to the fact that my aunt is very generous and often gives me care packages stuffed full of my favourite cosmetic items.
Her memory is amazing
. 4 years ago I mentioned that I liked Lancome Juicy Tubes and lip glosses in general and since then, every 6 months I get 2-3 from her, resulting in me having a pretty big collection of lipglosses that I can't possibly finish using.
Anyway, I've been reading articles that you should throw out old makeup when its past its due date. I find it physically impossible for me to part with these things. However, I'm currently determined to have a clutter free life and shall dive into the job soon.
This is going to hurt.
Labels: My Organized Life
Just finished reading Harry Potter...took me about 9 hours.
It was good, but I didn't like the last chapter. Can't say more than that just in case I get tortured for spoiling the story.
A couple of months ago, I wrote that I have never been this happy.
At that time I didn't write what I did to achieve my newfound happiness...mainly because the things I did were not perhaps the most morally sound things to do. However, it has truly helped me become a happier person.
The first thing I did was to get rid of every acquaintance who had a negative effect on me.
Sounds harsh, but true. Too long had I hung on to friends
who were just poisonous. To be perfectly honest however, some people did it unintentionally. They were well-meaning, but I culled them anyway. The constant attempt of trying to correct my supposed defective personality did not have a positive effect on me. Dental Girl was depriving the entire African population of food everytime she bought a new designer bag. Dental Girl wasn't a good person because she didn't want to go to a prayer meeting. Etc.
Essentially, I think everyone needs people around them who would build them up, rather than bring them down. I did not realize how many people perpetually made me feel bad until I stopped hanging out with people who did.
People may say that what I did was wrong, but I stand by my choice.
It was a hard thing to do - but the best thing.
All I Get
After last week's fiasco about me not grinding down my filling to fit the occlusion of my patient, I was ready to face him again this week.
He was scheduled for a scale and clean, so I had made the assumption that I was in for a nice relaxing session. After all, I just needed to get the teeth clean.
My demonstrator quickly discovered that one of the teeth had a hopeless prognosis, and told me that extraction was probably the best option. It was already the end of the session with my patient but my demonstrator told me to eat into the time of my next patient and just do it.
My patient didn’t think much of me. Never did. While I was elevating:
Him: Are you sure you’re strong enough to extract this tooth?
Me: That tooth is held on by 2mm of bone. It’s already mobile… I’m sure I can do it. I’m just loosening it in the socket first before I extract it.
Patient to demonstrator: This girl is not strong enough to pull teeth! I want you to do it.
After that was done, I brought in my second patient, who was irate that she had to wait an extra 20 minutes past her appointed time. Also, apparently I said 9.30a.m. instead of 10.30, which meant she wasted more than an hour in the waiting room.
Then she abused me for not sending a notice to her home as promised.
Me: You didn’t get it? I sent it on Thursday. I have no idea why you didn’t get it… I’m sorry.
Patient: I didn’t see anything. I want you to give me a copy of that letter right now
to prove that you sent it.
Me: Why would I have a copy of that letter?
Patient: I want it NOW.
After that, my probing was too painful. Did I change my gloves? Was I sure that I should be wiping my probe on the wrapping of the instruments? Shouldn’t I be using gauze instead? She wanted to wear the safety glasses as opposed to her real glasses because the light was too bright, right after she said she rather have her real glasses. Etc etc etc.
She hates me. And she thinks I’m incompetent. Wait – that means both my patients think I’m incompetent in one session of clinic.
It made me feel like such a failure. In essence, today was the first day I felt so bad I actually cried. I’ve been brought to the brink of it a few times, but this was the first time it was just too much.
Am I weak? Maybe. Should I quit Dentistry?
I am going to become a dentist, work in a beachside town and live happily ever after.
Labels: Dental School
For some unknown reason I'm currently hooked on eating yoghurt, probably because it gives me the false sense of eating something that is 'good for me'.
I've concluded that the companies should just stop being stingy and give us a good 50% of fruit in the yoghurt, as opposed to a measley 7% that they currently average at.
Just my two cents.
So, What do you do exactly as a dental student?
I've been back 2 days and already I am beginning to hate clinics again.
I'm either running around trying to find the demonstrator in the maze of bays of clinics... or running around trying to find a nurse so that I can start plugging in amalgam.... or running around trying to find dental materials.... or running around trying to call my patients to make appointments.... or being told off by demonstrators.
My patient clearly is of no help to me.
Me: So, I'm going to adjust the filling I just made for you. If it feels high, tell me and I'll just reduce it some more.
Adjust adjust adjust adjust.
Me: So, how does it feel now?
Patient: Ah yes, much better. It's good now.
So I call the demonstrator to check my work.
Demonstrator: It's high. Haven't you checked for occlusion?
Me: Yes, I have. The patient said it's okay.
? Mr X, does the filling feel high?
Patient: Yes, it does.
Demonstrator: *launched into a 10 minute lecture to me on how leaving high fillings lead to extreme pulpitis and I have done an extremely bad job*
Labels: Dental School
I often wondered what would have become of me if I decided that Dentistry wasn't the career for me. To be honest, I am still unsure if this is the life that I really want to lead - the rigid office hours, the patients who hate being where they are, etc.
When I was young I considered becoming an accountant - which I gave up after I learnt some basic accounting in secondary school and realized that a worksheet that was not balanced was trauma.
I considered becoming a vet once upon a time too - only to conclude that I only had love for fluffy beautiful animals, not snakes, spiders and other exotic weird pets people may bring to me.
I wanted to become a bank teller - after all, all you do is sit in an air conditioned bank daily and count money. Most of my acquaintances have dismissed that idea as folly - an occupation even more tiresome and repetitive than dentistry.
Sometimes I wish I didn't bother going to uni after high school, but rather just be content to do some simple job - enough to feed one's self. Of course, that would mean no wonderful bags or wonderful shoes.
Do I need wonderful bags or shoes?
Dental Girl is Fed Up
The annual bickering between me and my parents has officially started. This usually begins because they realize I'm going back to Australia soon and therefore should squeeze in all the nagging that they would not be able to dispense when I'm away.
I detest it. Ridiculous small things just gets picked at. I cook lunch and at the end of the day, I get told off because I forgot to keep the frying pan. I bake because they say I bake for everybody
but them, only to be told that my baking is substandard in their opinion.
I sleep too late and wake up too late, I do not have a caring
nature because I have no interest to cuddle my baby cousin and worst, I am sooooooooooooo untidy because I left my dress on my side table.
I have been running out of things to say.
It seems as if nothing interesting is happening in my life and I have no desire to bore people about how I ate lunch, ate dinner, and ate supper. Who cares if I took 5 minutes to brush my teeth or that my brother woke me up early on purpose?
I've been watching Wimbledon. As usual, supporting anybody but Federer really, particularly Nadal, Djokovic and Gasquet.
Going back to Melbourne in a weeks' time. Am I allowed to say that I am not really looking forward to it? Somehow going back to the 2nd semester of my 2nd last year makes me feel that the end is near, and that soon - I will be out on my own.
I confess, I'm terrified.
I long to be back in kindergarten once more, where the biggest drama would be that a kid fell down in the playground.