thumbs down

today saw pt on the street at lunch time. we exchanged these words:

pt: i need pain medications.
me: you have an appointment this afternoon!
pt: yes, i'll see you there!
me: see you soon! bye!

despite our convo, 3 hours later he/she forgot to come.

anyway, kids, don't do drugs. it causes memory loss.

thumbs up

so many cute girls came today:
rainbow
violet
scarlet
adriana
brenda
maellis

they all were tiny, wide-eyed, have fun brushing their teeth, have chipmunk voices, very gregarious, and love stickers.

it's time to go back to spanish school

latin men are hella flirty.

pt this afternoon likes me. like, really likes me.
but he also likes our front desk chachas. (short for muchachas).
like, he really likes our front desk chachas.

jajaja.

anyway, this chacho (short for muchacho) was about to leave.
i think i'm pretty good at foreign language acquisition because i'm able to contextualize and fill in the blanks.
however, today was not my day.

this is what i heard:

me: don't eat a lot of sugar
pt: i want to get all my dental work done.
me: the important thing is to brush, floss and watch your diet.
pt: what kinds of foods should i eat?
me: all kinds of foods are fine.
pt: is mexican food okay?
me: huh? i guess. yeah that's cool.

after chacho left, my assistant kinda had a feeling that i misunderstood everything and then told me this is really what he said/heard:

me: don't eat a lot of sugar
pt: when i get all my dental work done i'm going to take you out to dinner. and i'm telling you in advance so that you don't back out on me.
[i was probably thinking about how to say my next sentence in spanish during this time]
me: the important thing is to brush, floss and watch your diet.
pt: what kinds of foods do you like?
me: all kinds of foods are fine.
pt: so you like mexican food?
me: huh? yeah that's cool.

oopsies.
anyway, i'm a little skeptical that he won't get all his dental work done soon coz he's got a lot of cavities. maybe he'll forget about this convo by then.

jajaja.

it's good to have translators!

ran into a pt on the train. first time encountering in public (besides the diner across the street). kinda weird to interact out of the clinic context. still trying to figure out how to combat awkwardness. -__-

chinatown is smelly. maybe it's a deterrence for criminals to lurk around here.

6 and 7 are some of the funnest ages.

6 y.o. robert:
"i'm robert. my sister's name is angel. you know, like those things that fly in the sky."

7 y.o. angel:
"i like chris brown, trey songz, and justin bieber. i love justin bieber."

6 y.o. robert:
"i like eminem. justin bieber sucks. wait, i like eminem and michael jackson. michael jackson is the best. i hate justin bieber. he sucks."
"i wouldn't have ever known that michael jackson was my favourite singer if he never died!"

weirdos on the subway asking me to check their teeth

can't wear dental/tooth tshirts in public anymore.

gotta love septa:

dude: "so you work at the dental clinic?"
me: "yeah"
dude: "you a dental assistant or a student?"
me: "i'm a dentist."
dude: "and now you drinking a bottle of 40?" (pointing to my kleen kanteen)
me: "yeah"
dude: "how long you gotta go to school to be a dentist?"
me: "eight years man"
dude: "can you look at my teeth? what do you think about them?"
me: "you're wearing a partial denture."
dude: "that's amazing! i'm wearing a partial! how did you know?" [high five]
me: "coz i went to school for eight years"
dude: "i got my teeth knocked out coz i was sitting on a newsstand next to the bus stop. the effin' bus driver was flirting with some girls, and wasn't looking where he was pulling in, then opened the door, and the door slammed into my face, knocked my teeth out. then he drove off and ran over my foot."
me: "that's awful."
dude: "how long do partials last?"
me: "if you take care of the rest of your teeth, then they can last a long time. that's why you need to floss."
dude: "okay. and where are you from?"
me: "detroit area" (you betta recognize!!!!)
dude: "oh, i didn't know there were pretty girls in detroit."
me: "DON'T BE KNOCKIN' ON DETROIT WHEN YOU'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN THERE! YOU DON'T KNOW JACK!"

so, we've established some boundaries here. obviously i'm not from the community. word may have gotten around that there is a confused-looking 'dentista chinita' working in kensington. i'm not sure if he's bought my semi-fake story that i'm a 'city girl' from a badass city like the D. it seems he was trying to test me by seeing if i would buy into his friendliness, but now he really knows not to mess with me. now we know that we don't need to exchange names.

he recuperates and continues.

dude: "i'm a barber and i knew some people from detroit with ugly hair."
me: "yeah. whatevs."
dude: "so you're gonna go home to your husband?"
me: "yeah" (i hate lying, but, roommies, husband... close enough!)
dude: "he's very lucky."
me: "yeah"

finally we arrive at 8th street.

me: "i get off here. take care."