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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.

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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.

“Hello?”
“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.

49 Signs You’re Addicted To Reading

Rediscover my love for books has resulted in some of the following symptoms associated with a bibliophile:

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1. Books > people is your general outlook on life. People are cool but reading is your preferred social activity.

2. You know what a book hangover is and you have them frequently.

3. You plan whole afternoons around browsing bookstores.

4. If you go too long without buying or reading a book you feel a huge sense of withdrawal and are thinking of the next time you can get away to a bookstore or library.

5. You have trouble functioning at work or school sometimes because you stayed up late reading.

6. You’re constantly sharing your favorite book quotes on social media and have either a Pinterest board or Tumblr dedicated to these quotes.

7. You’re always looking forward to the weekend but mostly because you can’t wait to get 2 whole days for unadulterated alone time with a new book.

8. You carry a book…

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18 Struggles Of Having An Outgoing Personality But Actually Being Shy And Introverted

If only I understood myself sooner… Thank you for putting my social tendencies into words.

Thought Catalog

This… this is my soul song, people. This is my Vietnam.

1. You’re not anti-social, you’re selectively social.

2. At any given point, you have one (maybe two) best friends who are your entire life. You’re not a “group of friends” person. You can’t keep up with all that.

3. Social gatherings that are supposed to be “rites of passage” like prom and dances and other such typical nonsense is just… not for you. You don’t understand it. You want nothing to do with it.

4. When you do choose to grace a party with your presence, you are the life of it. You’re dancing on the table and doing body shots until 3 a.m.

5. … You then retreat into three days of complete solitude to recover.

6. You go out of your way to avoid people, but when you inevitably have to interact with them, you make it…

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Today I held a cockroach.

After my lab mates picked up six cockroaches and put them into jars to sleep, my T.A. gave my class an opportunity to hold a cockroach because this was our last lab that worked with live cockroaches. We were learning about action potentials by stimulating cockroach leg hairs and listening to the neuronal firing that followed.This meant that the roaches were going to be sacrificed for scientific knowledge, but it did not mean that we had to be solemn. I jumped at the offer of holding a cockroach. It’s not every day that you get to hold a cockroach that does not make you freeze and panic as soon as you see it. It was a lab subject that was to be treated with respect, which meant that it was deemed safe to handle (with latex gloves, of course).

As excited as I was, I was also nervous as soon as I put my hand into the cockroach tank. There were only two large brown roaches left scurrying around the unfurnished clear container. The pitter-patters of their feet could be heard as I leaned over the tank to determine which roach to pick up. They did not run away when my hand approached them, so I picked up the nearest one and held it above the tank rim in my hand.

It did not try to run, nor did it put up any resistance to being picked up, and sat in my hand while I admired its calmness. Its antennae wiggled as it stayed still in my palm, and did not walk around. After a few seconds of staring at the bug that I have hated for most of my life, I began to look at it with wonder. It was quite cute; it did not make sudden movements, or frightened me. I think its antennae moving around while it sat still was astounding; I had never seen one that did not scurry away when I approached it, never even close to holding it. Actually, I don’t think I would have wanted to even hold a cockroach before this encounter. The fact that I was holding a cockroach meant that I found some positive feelings and imposed them onto it. I think I was so happy to be holding something that I had feared and despised for so long that I was shocked and surprised, and stunned, at the cockroach that sat still in my palm.

While staring at the roach. I had an epiphany. I was shaking hands with a cockroach. “Nice to meet you today, sir. How do you do?” ran through my head. I smiled at the creature and put it back in its tank, and the barrier between human and bug returned.