Here is one of my worst days I’ve endured in a long time. Sigh…
I don’t even know where to begin. It’s stretched me to the point that I feel like the DDS behind my name actually stands for Doctor of Dumb Stupidity.
I had to use another patient’s wax rim on my new patient today. It didn’t really fit well. Actually it didn’t fit at all. There’s a lesson to be learned here. Ill-Fitting Dentures will always be ill-fitting. Strike one.
Later on, I found out my handpiece had been running in reverse all morning. I couldn’t understand why I was struggling so bad. I could’ve sworn instead of drilling away bits and pieces of soft dentin, it was trying to lay down a new layer of enamel. This will be the last time I let my assistant do a thorough wipe down of my equipment. For a week straight, I’m making her only use 2×2 gauzes cut in half to give her the same emotional grief I was met with a reversing handpiece.
And if she gives me any extra lip, I’m taking away her high speed suction.
Strike two.
At the end of the day, I don’t even want to write about this. I feel terrible. I’m tired. Didn’t think it could’ve gotten any worse.
Sometimes the days don’t feel like you deserve to be a dentist, something truly striking happens. It’s difficult to see when your loupes are fogged up from the double masks and face shield. Your fingers, arthritic from the constant grinding with worn burs against old ceramic knurled by the end. There is enough tooth dust on your scrubs to make you look like a powdered doughnut.
You realize it. Strike three.
Dentistry certainly beats the crap out of you, but it could be worse.
You could be a Butt Doctoring Proctologist.
Happy April Fools Days!
Lam