I believe this is my third Thanksgiving edition of whatever this blog writing has become. Sometimes part dad joke parodies, sometimes serious warnings of the macroeconomics moving like incipient caries attacking our dentistry.
Time flies when you’re doing something you enjoy. So as you’re winding down into your tryptophan induced coma today let me seed you with a few dental visions.
I’m so thankful for a full year of actually practicing. The two month layoff from dentistry in 2020 caused a lot of comrades to take longer breaks, if not more permanent departures (looking at you hygienists). But all in all, I genuinely feel patients are tuned into their health and mouth. Patients who have missed the ‘normalcy’ of prophy’s always makes me grin under my mask.
And what’s great is my patients haven’t seen my overgrown unkempt mustache under the mask for a year now!
I’m thankful for most of my patients returning to get their teeth shaved down. Not sure why they keep coming back when they have to see me. Maybe it’s because of the minty floss.
I’m definitely NOT thankful for my dentures that require 15 separate adjustments. Sore spots be damned in this giving season.
I’m thankful to our fed chair Mr. Jerome Powell. His money printing has made all of our retirement portfolios into fat stacks. Just holding any assets, property, stocks, dogecoin you’ve seen is appreciated. It’s also made every trip to the grocery store look like a Patterson supply invoice.
But what I’m most thankful for is you, my friends, my family for being here. For enjoying our little time we get to spend together on this blue marble. It’s precious. Be thankful of who we get to be within 6 feet of and hear muffled conversations with.
Cheers,
Lam