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Month: August, 2014

Love Changes Everything

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Right now I’m at a coffee shop and there’a man sitting next to me wearing a cutoff shirt whose armpits smell like a bog full of dead elk. He’s not homeless and judging by the iPad, MacBook, and iPhone he’s not living in a sewer either. It’s so bad I can hardly open my eyes and every time I take a drink, I taste that rancid smell in my mouth. Everyone around us clearly smells it and we’ve all done that thing where you look at each other, raise a single eyebrow, then nod in silent agreement that we are both experiencing hell right now.

Obviously I’m not going to tell him about it, right? But why?

Why do most of us find it more acceptable to try and get away from the issue instead of confronting it? This guy is going to walk around for the rest of the…

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Progress to Getting Fit Again!

My wubbles keeps me on my feet. Literally. 
When we video chat, he asks me to do 200 lunges and 200 squats so he can watch to ensure quality exercise. Having him watch puts pressure on me to do my best of my best efforts, making me work much harder to do them correctly and quickly to impress him. I love him very much, and this is one of the many little things he does to help me be a better person. I feel wonderful with every day I finish my lunges and squats. If you’re reading this (you know who you are), I want to thank you for making time to ensure my progression to being fit. Thank you, love!  

DAT studying

I’ve been trying to consistently study for the DAT for sometime and it certainly is a challenge. Although I am studying every now and then, it’s difficult to set a block of time for studying when I find something else I want to do. I want to talk to my lover, read books that I’ll actually read, and learn something new. I want to spend time with my family and friends, tame my parrots, and exercise! But most of all, I just want to be tied down to something I love.

And that’s where my problem lies. I don’t know what I would love to do for the rest of my life. I’ve given a lot of thought to what I could do, and whether I would love it 10 years later, and whether it would be a flexible job for my kids and so forth… But truth be told, I’m still a young inexperienced adult. There are a ton of things to learn, especially about life as an adult and the independence and responsibilities that come with it. As far as I’m concerned, I just want to figure out what I like so I can find some order in my life.

This takes me back to my grade school days, where classes were strictly scheduled one hour per subject a day during school hours. After school, there were also set hours for sports activities and homework. Some people would say that this is such a packed schedule and that it was insane to force this onto students everyday, but kids, if they attended public school, were forced to do this everyday since they were born. It’s become second nature to us that we have to be at a certain place at a certain time, otherwise there would be punishments. For me, I have lost this need to find my place. It’s probably why I feel lost all the time. I don’t feel any sense of accomplishment, or any sense of urgency to do something and get it done.

Actually, I take that back. I do feel a sense of urgency, but not a sense of accomplishment because I know I have a path to walk, but I have not seriously taken enough steps to get started, which makes me feel like I’m never getting started. I need to walk on the dental path, and it’s a long ways to get to the end. The length of the journey to dentistry intimidates me, but I don’t show it. In fact, I tell everyone I’m on the path, but I was not able to take the next few steps for my lack of commitment.

I need to start taking things more seriously. I need to grow up and do things that I know that I don’t like doing, or don’t think I’m good at and get better at it. I need to figure out that life will not take me places if I don’t start walking on my own.

Well, back to DAT studying.

Geriatric Patients and Dentistry

Every person needs to brush their teeth well, at least twice a day, everyday in order to upkeep dental hygiene. It never occurred to me that you still need to brush your teeth, even when you can’t do it on your own.

I was in the back room of the clinic when Jenny, the dental assistant in charge of the back room today, was moving the chair out of the x-ray room to clear space for an elderly patient. The woman in a wheel chair, a stroke victim unable to move her body on her own, was wheeled into the clinic with her son at her side. I observed from the sides as the son maneuvered the chair into the room and explained his mother’s condition to Jenny so that she could have her X-rays taken. It was obvious that the son needed to help his mother move, but whether he was allowed to stay in the X-ray room while the X-rays were being taken was unknown. His willingness to be exposed to radiation for the sake of taking his mother’s X-rays was quite touching.

It took a while to finish the X-rays. The patient was unable to open her mouth on her own, let alone even hold her head up. Jenny and her son had trouble getting the mouth piece to stay in position as the X-rays were taken, and I noticed that while her son was holding her head, he was unable to hold her mouth in a closed position. This was when the patient’s nurse was called in. She came into the clinic and stayed in the X-ray room with the son while Jenny took picture after picture until her teeth were all photographed. It was difficult for the patient, but it seemed more troublesome for her caretakers. However, working together got the job done.

The patient was wheeled over to Dr. Kim’s dental chair where another dilemma arose: the patient’s lymphatics system was unable to drain properly, so when she laid down flat, she could possibly choke or the fluids would drain up to her lungs and possibly drown her. However, Dr. Kim happily complied as she did her best to treat her patient with utmost care. She put on her magnifying glasses, tilted the dental chair light into the patient’s mouth, and examined her teeth while the patient’s caretakers held her head steady and her mouth opened. Examination showed multiple cavities on many of her teeth and Dr. Kim proceeded to find out how the caretakers were taking care of the patient’s teeth. “Do you guys brush her teeth? What kind of brush? How many times? Do you guys floss her teeth?” The caretakers responded, and Dr. Kim listened intently and then advised them on what kinds of tooth brushes and tooth pastes to use. She also showed them a flossing needle and how to use it in order to easily floss the patient’s teeth. By the end of the Q and A, the caretakers left with knowledge of better dental care for their patient and hoped to return for a doctor’s note that allowed Dr. Kim to fill in the patient’s cavities.

At the end of their visit, I learned how every person needs dental care, no matter what age or disability they have because teeth are always going to be teeth and they stay with you until you die. There’s always a constant need for dental care. It is a sad day when you can’t take care of your own teeth anymore because they will fall out and there will be nothing left except gums. Speech may be impaired and there will be a toothless smile, and though we can give a patient dentures to replace their smile, they will no longer have the same experiences with food and speech as they did when they had real teeth.

An Open Letter From Your Virginity

Personifying one’s virginity as a friend was very heart-wrenching and sorrowful. I really hope people don’t just lose their virginities, but give it away to a good person.

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I was there first. I was always part of you. Even when you weren’t aware of it, I was timidly part of you. You spent all of your childhood and the beginning of your adolescence without ever thinking about me. But I was there through it all. I lived with you for your most guiltless years. Through the gawkiness of your adolescence; there I was, the biggest proof of your innocence.

You were in charge; you could destroy me in a heartbeat. All it would take was for you to go home with one of the many boys who looked at your body like it was the 8th wonder of the world. And although you could end my life any time you wanted to, you chose not to.

You were in charge, but I affected most of your decisions, didn’t I? I was the reason your first boyfriend broke up…

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Solar Panel Farms Are Burning Birds Alive Midair

This is terrible! We shouldn’t advance our society at the cost of lives! Birds are very important to our food chain, and without them there will be an unbalance in natural order. We need to think about our actions and the problems they cause for others, especially animals.

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So not only is California currently fighting its way through a record drought that covers 99.8% of the state but the AP is reporting that state Wildlife Investigators say a futuristic solar plant, developed by Brightsource Energy, NRG Solar, and Google in the Mojave Desert is igniting birds in mid-air at a rate of 1 every two minutes (131,487 a year at that rate). Observers have even taken to calling these birds who catch fire and fall to the ground with smoke trailing behind them, “streamers.” Officials are urging California to do a serious study of the technology’s environmental impact.

But first, how does this solar plant even work? How is sunlight being so concentrated that it’s creating a magnifying glass meets ant effect?

More than 300,000 mirrors, each the size of a garage door, reflect solar rays onto three boiler towers each looming up to 40…

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Five Ways to End Your Post

I need to keep number 5 in mind. I know it sounds odd to repeat yourself again, but if you do it in a different way, it won’t sound like you’re repeating yourself!

The Daily Post

Many of you devote a lot of time and attention to your opening sentences — and rightfully so. Considering how important it is to hook your readers from the get-go, you want to get that part right.

In writing just as in music, though, our lingering impression of the piece we’ve just consumed depends just as much — if not more so — on the finale. Yet so often, by the time we reach the end of our post, we’re too tired, too unfocused, or too eager to hit the Publish button to care too much about how we bid farewell to our audience.

If that sounds like you, it might be time to rethink how you approach your post endings. Here are five ideas to make the tail end of your post just as engaging as its first note.

Throw a teaser

Why not use the very end of one…

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Sunday Morning Medicine

Sunday Morning Medicine.

Wonderful stack of articles to read for any week day, and not just Sunday.  :]

Getting Fit (again…)

Nowadays, I spend more time in bed with a book than outside with the fresh air. Though cuddling with a great book and fluffy pillows has re-instigated my love for reading, my body, on the other hand, has felt neglected. I see it. All the muscles that I have gained from my high school years in tennis have withered and shrunk throughout my study years in college. I know that this lipid accumulation did not occur in a day; years of neglect and ignorance for my physical health in exchange for time to study really took its toll. My face is a bit rounder. My long and slender arms are no longer firm, but jiggle freely as I swing them around. My thighs, which used to be so compact, have loosened up and behave like jello being carried on a plate. And sadly, my most treasured asset has disappeared: my beloved flat stomach and dynamic waistline have gone.

I know I shouldn’t have let it get this far, but now that it has, I must stop this fat from taking over my body. I need to get fitter than I am. What was lost can be regained with hard work and perseverence. And the first step to earning all of it back is to admit that I have a weight problem.

“I have a weight problem, and I need to tone up and get fit!”

Ah… Now it’s time to do something about it.

He remembered.

He woke me up in the morning with a phone call. It was seven o’clock here, so I assumed he had just finished an early tennis session as I scrambled to pick up my phone before the ring went silent. While expecting a call about his tennis endeavors, I was thoroughly surprised to hear words I thought I would never hear in such a short time.

“Good morning, Torichee! Happy one year and a half anniversary!”

We had just broken up when he left for Florida. His medical school adventures and his family took time away from us. There would be missed calls, and unanswered texts on both of our phones. And when we finally picked them up, sometimes we were too tired to recollect our tiresome and eventful stories of the day. Our knowledge of each others lives dwindled and when we tried our best to turn our text msssages into short updates, our feelings were still there but not the same. Texts were short, and even when we tried to speak everyday, the intimacy was not present. We missed each other.

But today was a different day. He acknowledged his feelings for me, and I, too, told him mine. But I couldn’t tell him how my stomach felt the flutters of the butterflies in my stomach. Or how a smile instantly grew on my face. Or even how my eyes lit up as I heard his words, or how I felt awake and alert, hanging onto every word he said in hopes that we could still be together so far apart. In hope I was still his. No, I couldn’t say all of this.

But I think he heard it. As a lover would instinctively know his lover’s face and expressions, I think he knew the effect of his words on me. That little moment of happiness for the both of us. He remembered.