Don't Sweat Small Stuff

Overheard the casheer girls' talk in the hospital this afternoon when I was waiting for an appointment with a dentist.

"So what do you think if when the patients want to know which doctor is a reputable one in this hospital, we answer that there is no good doctor here?"

"Yeah, that might be a good idea. Those doctors are nothing without us. Even we look less important for them, it's us who actually play a big role on whether the doctors will have good reputations or not."

"For even if we looks uneducated and less smart than them, they should not underestimate us."


Me, sitting there, so glad to have the chance to heae such honest comments from real people around the doctors. It is so true that we should not underestimate anyone in our life, for every single person have the possibility to affect pur life, either in positive way or in negative one.

I promised myself that very second not to inderesrimate anyone around me, either it is a patient who is not able to pay, a junior coleague, a casheer, even the janitors. Lesson learned. 

Farewell, My Little Grinder

I woke up early this morning, did think a lot during my shower, making sure if my decision to see my dentist at 9 a.m. is fixed.

So I did it.

9 a.m. I arrived at the dentist' workplace, fearing of the pain I might feel minutes after. The dentist came 10 minutes later, he turned on the stereo -- "What a Wonderful World" was played, my favorite song. I thought that it wont be that bad.

What happen next, as a medical student, I couldn't stop visualizing the whole process. The dentist put a kind of local anesthetic gel around the tooth, injected another anesthetic drug, and after that the only thing I heard only that high-toned tool craving my tooth. But the most terrifying sound was the cracking sound when the dentist forcely pulled the tooth. Gosh I think I'm more an audio person, make a scary voice and I'll have those paranoid thoughts.

I have so many thoughts in my mind --my own secret to distract my focus on the extracting process. The dentist' hands was a bit shakey at first, when he opened my mouth and injected the drug, but after that he looks calmer and so do I.

I thought that he would extract the whole tooth at the same time, but it turned out that he cracked it first then pulled out the pieces! How smart is that!

One thing I also love about my dentist is he always be good looking. No, it's not that I'm attracted to him personally, and he's been married anyway. But he always looks fit and he wears neat clothes. Noone would let anyone with bad odor and slob look to extract his tooth, right?

So doctors, here's my suggestion, dress well. Keep yourself fit. You can even change your hair color to some nice dark natural color, like brown, dark maroon, or else. The point is, doctors can be smart, kind, and stylish as well. If health is not only about physical well-being but also psychological mood, you would feel better if you can lift your patients' mood by looking good, right?

Well it's not that you have to wear those killer heels during your 7 hours of working (if you need to walk or stand most of the times) or the low-line neck blouse, or that attention-seeker perfume. Just be stylish in a classy and moderate way. You know what I mean.

For patients, be calm. Your doctors have learned their best and they'll give you their best too. A nervous patient may crack the doctor's nerve, vice versa.

Ok I need to stop here. The mefinal doesnt work well. Time to take more pills.