Just for fun
I think this vacation is making me soft. So, in my attempt to get back into the dentistry mindset, I found this depressing little article “Who Would Ever Go Into Dentistry“. It’s got all sorts of nuggets of motivation perfect for me to feel like I’ve made the right career choice to throw my heart and soul into for my short stay on this planet.
She starts off with,
The joy of changing a person`s life by creating a beautiful, healthy smile is one of the intangible rewards of being a dentist that can`t be measured.
But then goes onto,
Anyone who thinks dentistry is not physically taxing is greatly mistaken. While the fatigue that comes from a day of physical labor generally can be overcome by a good night`s sleep, the fatigue that arises from the mental and physical stress of producing dentistry seems to be cumulative. Carpal tunnel syndrome, chronic back problems, and hypertension abound with dentists. Some days, you feel as if you are swimming against the current all day.
Awesome.
Some people have a very limited “opening” capacity; some have tongues the size of car hoods …
Ah, the lovely use of metaphor.
The depression deepens
You’re a positive one, Mr. Grinch.
Could you imagine her as dean of a dental school? She’d give some awesome speeches. “I know you guys have all heard the rumors about dentists and suicide rate because well, it’s true. Every. Single. Word of it. And I’m not trying to depress you guys but you should really be depressed already because well, you know, some patients have tongues the size of car hoods and if that isn’t enough to scare you then how about carpal tunnel? or back problems and add hypertension to your soup of possible crippling ailments that’ll befoul you. There! But don’t let that scare you now.”
But then she’s like, “Enough! Enough” and has this Dr. Thibodeau bring in a possible ray of hope for the profession.
As a private-practice dentist, assuming you have not entered into any indentured servitude contracts with some insurance behemoth …
Okay, don’t sign any papers with those wily insurance companies. They don’t really love me. They just love my hands of gold and dental license. Got it.
You decide whether to be a nice person or an SOB.
This one I like. Alright, I pick B! B! Latter, please. Thank the heavens I chose dentistry.
I think the article was meant to inspire but I’m not really getting that from it. Fortunately, I’m going to a beautiful dental school with good lunches and big chocolate chip cookies, where the sim lab is gorgeous and the students are happy. I get to live in San Francisco and, and, and there’s a chocolate waterfall surrounded by giant marshmallows in the main lobby. Okay, so that last one is a fabrication but whatever, it’s keeping my dream of going to the perfect dental school alive. Alright, I’m going to get a head start on the carpal tunnel and hypertension - even before dental school! I ooze dedication.
34 more days and counting!
Oh and seems the 1st years were assigned their little sibs. It’s their last week as 1st years as well. I’m excited for them! I’m curious to see who I was assigned to. Hopefully it’s someone easy going and down to earth. I made some silly comment on my preference form in the additional comments section about wanting someone with a sense of humor and proceeded to display my own sense of humor by ending it with: Thank you Match.com Big Bro/Big Sis Coordinators. Hilarious, I know. Then I failed to specify whether I wanted a guy or a girl because I was supposed to get back to that but never did and then left out my phone number so to avoid any chance of clarification. So it’s going to be a surprise. Well, gender isn’t important so long as they’re healthy. Right? ![]()