ok this is gross.

one man's definition of love?
-i went to the front desk to make a copy of some forms and then i froze, mouth open, stared at a man in the waiting room popping his wife/girlfriend/sister/random stranger's zit on her temple. at first i thought, maybe he's giving a head massage. and then looking more closely i saw that he was indeed digitally draining her pimple.
blech!!!

so little did i know that this was my next patient.

he sat in the chair. and then told me about how much pain he's been having. then reached in his pocket and told me he was taking these pills to no avail, and showed me the bottle.

it was a bottle, labelled tramadol. but WAIT. the name on the label was cut off. totally not legal. anyway, no need to be indirect here, so i just directly asked him, "why is there no name on this bottle?!?!?!?!?" PORQUE?!!!!

his answer that the drugs belonged to his ex-girlfriend.

how is that a legitimate/relevant answer to my question? i'm not sure.

am i supposed to infer that his thought process was that he got a new girlfriend and perhaps she didn't want to see the ex's name anywhere, so she cut her name off the label? (kinda like the patient who turned his ex's name tattoo on his neck into some squiggly design? or the other patient who put a big black rectangle tattoo over his ex-wife's name tat on his arm?)

or... he had trouble getting over her, because her name just kept popping up everywhere, that he finally gave in and cut out her name.

anyway, at least we were eventually able to remove his rotting wisdom tooth, which smelled like rotting wisdom tooth.

had to look at a few pictures of puppies after that experience to feel better.