Commitment, commitment, commitment

There are many things to which one will commit themself in the course of one's life. One of which is a dental appointment for a desperate dental hygiene student striving to get by to meet the requirements in order to graduate and thus enhance life. Idiots who do not show for their appointments nor call to break them fail to realize our grade depends on their sense of responsibility. Obviously life is not fair. If life were fair, men would have cramps and women would look sexy even when they don't do their hair.

Luckily, my morning patient understands this commitment concept. I was able to clean my first class IV of the semester. O what a joy that was. I am clueless as to why someone would voluntarily employ themselves in a perio office. In the afternoon I was fortunate enough to have a 1B patient plop herself in my chair. She seemed somewhat familiar to me. As I ponder on this experience I think that maybe we have been in school together for the last year and a half. That has to be it. I was thoroughly disgusted in her personal hygiene, especially in the dental department.

Other types of commitment one may find themself entering into include marriage. Commitment at this level nearly reaches that of the before mentioned commitment. This is a commitment of grave consequence as the result of this decision will either be an exultant extacy or complete destruction of life. This causes my little mind, naieve as it may be, to ponder on my actions with humans of the oppostie sex. For instance: for some men, I may talk to them, sit next to them in church, and then go on my merry way; for a young hormonal fella this is somehow clearly a marriage proposal . He will subsequently confess his undying love to me and expect that I feel the same. I have yet to understand how this works. I myself am not without hormones but I do not take superficial conversation as a sign from the heavens that something is meant to be.

Commtiment not quite on the level of a dental hygiene appointment or marriage includes that of waiting for a soldier while he serves in Iraq for 18 months. I have been pondering on this. I must admit, I sometimes get bitter when I think of how life plays out sometimes. People always say that marriage is worth all the crap of dating. Marriage is going to be freaking awesome if those people are right, however, for some, marriage turns out to be worth nothing at all and they would have been better off if they never married. Hmm.... I am beginning to think that a life in the single phase is quite possibly better than one married. Obviously marriage to an idiot would be many times worse than the blissful single life where one is free to date several suckers for romance, kiss them all, and expand horizons. I would like to belive that my judgement is better than to fall for an idiot though.

Que Bueno!

Anoche eran las ocho, mi paciente para la tarde me llamó y ella dijo que ella no pudiera venir hoy. Que bueno! Y también, mi paciente para este mañana nunca vinó. Estaba frustrado pero Señor Solomon me encontró un paciente en lugar de la una que tuve. Este paciente será mi paciente para los examanes finales!!!!! Era una bendición de los Cielos! Hoy, tomé veinte radiógrafos. Era frustrado, pero está terminado, finalmente!

Ahora, necesito estudiar para el examen final en Marzo. Siento como no sé nada! No hay mucho tiempo antes del examen. Debo usar el tiempo sabiamente.

Era un día también porque hablé español con mi paciente. Me encanta la idioma. No puedo esperar por Septiembre. Iré a Perú, y hará tres o cuatro meses que viviré allí!!!!

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Lookin For

La De Da... I'm about ready to get paid what I'm worth, none of this working for free garbage.

I just swished with listerine... my mouth tingles. I like that feeling. It amazes me how many kids don't know what the word 'swish' means. I work in a pedo office and lots of them just look at me like I'm an idiot when I tell them to swish.

I've discovered a new song I like.... its a country tune called What It Takes its a good one. I was listening to my Runaway Bride soundtrack while I was gettin all perdy for clinic today. I decided the U2 song is my song of the week. "But I still haven't found what I'm lookin for" That movie explains my life in so many ways. Settlin by Sugarland is still my theme song.

Oh, perhaps I should mention something about clinic since this is my clinic blog.... This mornin I ended up with a class II. That was refreshing. This afternoon I'm thinkin a 1B. I'm on the lookout for mockboard patients.

Ok, now for the meat and potatoes of my blog: the man situation. Not much has changed since the last post except I'm starting to doubt more and more what the crap I'm doing dating an army man who is leaving for 18 months. I suppose it's possible to make things work...Emily Welch did it and she married her soldier, but she knew hers for quite a bit longer than I've known Josh. Is it worth it? Lets take a poll....

Back at it again

Well, the time has come... school is back in session and we're back at it scraping crap off teeth; to be dentally correct... scaling calculus from the dentition.

The break went by quickly. I was ready to just start back up again the Monday after the semester ended but as Spring semester neared, I decided it would be easier to be in school indefinitely than take boards. Needless to say I feel overwhelmed as I am sure the rest of the class does.

The VA is the same old same old, well for the most part. Our treatment codes sheet has changed... it's now pink. I don't know if I can adjust to the change. It's going to be hard to get used to. Along with the snow and freezing cold temperatures, the morning welcomed me with a lovely 1B patient, a nice easy one after a short break. I may have a SRP patient any minute now. It would be nice for classifications but honestly I'm not in the mood for that.

My efforts in finding a mate have not ceased. Over the break I dated 8 different guys but have recently narrowed it down to one. I don't know how lasting this will be. He is a 22 year old soldier getting ready to be deployed again come February. He will be gone for 18 months. My heart is torn between allowing myself to love and just having a good time until he goes with no promise of a future. He'd like me to wait for him. I'll have to see, perhaps Antonio Banderas will come knockin on my door while Josh is gone. I was taken by surprise when I met him. We conversed via text messages for a good week before we met in person. I really had no intentions of dating him but thought I would humor him by going out with him, once. I took one look at him and I was smitten. It was one of the best dates I have been on. I think he felt the same. We have not been able to be apart since we met. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly a relationship can develop and flourish. He leaves February 25 but will be back in March for a week or two. If he had it his way we'd marry when he comes back in March. I asked what the point of that would be and he said that way I am for sure his when he returns. It's not going to happen, poor kid.