yesterday a patient came in a wheelchair, both legs amputated below the knee. wasn't well kept. there was an obvious wet spot on his pants. and an even more obvious odor - reeking of urine. one of the assistants walked through the hallway, not even 15 feet away from the patient and yelled, "QUE ES ESO?!" ("WHAT IS THAT?!"), but then tapered off her voice when she realized it might be coming from a patient.

anyway, his teeth were hurting. our clinic is really cramped and very difficult to maneuver a wheelchair in there. i apologized saying, "sorry we don't have much space!" [then smiled... as in, it's gonna be tough, but we'll manage if we work together.]
then the patient snapped back with "this is terrible!"
i definitely didn't expect that kind of reaction.

calvin and i lifted him onto the dental chair. he was very lightweight (probably because legs are heavy), and/or calvin did most of the lifting. hehe.
everything went sort of normally. but the patient didn't humour my initial charm. so throughout the appointment as i was given attitude, my charm morphed into sass.

story of the legs is that the patient suffered a gunshot wound, was paralyzed below the waist, then ended up having frostbite in the legs, requiring amputation.

the smell didn't bother me that much, despite my entire team struggling to fight their gag reflex. while it was foul, it's at least an organic smell, rather than a toxic smell. and, because i was pre-warned, i put something on my nose that i shouldn't have (minor allergic reaction here) so that i could smell it inside my mask while working. i think everything, sorta went according to normal. the only thing that annoyed the hell out of me was that the smell was attracting fruit flies. geez, this is the city. there aren't supposed to be bugs!

anyway, today the flies were still there. and i'm happy to say that i killed one. hope they don't come back!

abuela's got a sense of humour

75 y.o. lady came today. the thing we always say is that we give patients sunglasses because we like to pretend that we're at the beach. so, she's got the shades on, we lean her back in the chair, turn on the light and she goes, "me falta un bikini!" (i'm missing a bikini.)

even though she looks GREAT (for 75), i'm glad she wasn't wearing a bikini.

sounds, then the story

last friday katie heard some gunshots from her office. she looked outside onto allegheny and G street. there was a shooting and people were running in opposite directions. eventually the cops came to barricade and investigate.

this afternoon "lia" brought 5 grandkids to the office with her. she always recruits her brother "cio" to watch them. these kids are a riot. we need an esperanza day care.
anyway, while working on "lia", i started hearing at least 3 kids wailing in unison. usually we only hear 1 at a time. these sounds went on for about 10 minutes.
later, yoly told us that the kids were not behaving so "cio" yanks out his belt and smacks them one by one. she and cathy didn't say anything to him because the kids were also driving them nuts. so they just looked down to their desks and remained silent. "cio" is always wearing a big belt too.

manic monday

first patient of the day thought i was mad at her for complaining that her teeth were sensitive.
we dug deeper and indeed found some insecurity issues.
her mom told her that she was 'fea' (ugly) her entire life. even though she is in her 40s or 50s now, she goes home and her mom still calls her ugly.
so now she really believes it. and it was very heart-breaking. monin shared some verses from psalm 139 with her.
digging even deeper, we learned that she was an only child and her mom raised her as a single parent. so perhaps there was some hurt there, maybe the daughter reminded her of the father who did not treat the mom well, and it came out as resentment toward the face of someone who resembled the dad. who knows.
finally i finished my dental work... an expensive 90 minutes of chair time later... and then we prayed for her before she left.
i wish my dental work was prettier. alas, i am a first-year dentist.
anyway, the hope is that she can be freed from these lies, that she would find her worth in Christ.

this is sad, but i'm starting to sometimes not hear the difference between B and V.

thank you. and thank you for reducing me to my appearance. you are about a 4.

something in philly that makes people think that they can express themselves verbally without any filters as much as they like.
maybe it's the liberty bell and constitution center and independence hall that make people super excited about free speech?

so, loitering men have this habit of saying "beautiful!" or "sexy!"

on my way to work this morning, i was thinking of comebacks. i have some pretty good ones. but every time opportunity presents, the reflex is to squint my eyes, glare, then walk away. hmmph!

september was not a good month for blogging.
october will be better!

something that made me laugh out loud this week was when jose came to get his fillings done, afterwards, he blurted, "I LOVE COMING HERE! I LOVE IT EVEN MORE THAN GOIN TO THE CLUB!"
i laughed maybe even a little too loudly.
because he's probably not kidding, since he doesn't have a filter on what he says, but at the same time it's a little awkward, since his perception of reality is a little different from the majority while he's still recovering from a stroke and dealing with short-term memory loss. as a result, i think it's difficult for him to perform higher thinking or deeper conversations.
the first visit his mom had told me that he had fathered 4 children pre-stroke.
last time he told me he thinks he has three kids. as for the 4th one, he wants to go on maury to do a paternity test.
sadly, i'm not fazed if he actually thinks maury is the first-line method of obtaining paternity tests. welcome to america.