I’ve felt disenchanted with the blogging world lately, and rather than bore you with uninteresting fluff and ordinary ramblings, I’ve avoided writing completely. I’ve been–you’ve guessed it–busy. Usually I’m all “I don’t know how to sit still so I fill my time with useless tasks” busy, but the past two weeks I’ve been for real busy. Two weekends ago I ended a long week of dentistry with a trip to NYC to party harder than my liver has since….the last time I saw my dental girls. I remember my freshman year of college when my roommate’s dad (who’s a dentist) burst into our little dorm room with his two besties from dental school. They were all obliterated and animated—and gave me my first crush on dentistry. It was love at first—-drunken viewing. Now that I am a dentist, I realize where those guys were coming from. You work hard, and play harder. At a point in my life where I feel my peers are taking steps in directions I want to run the other way from, I can’t tell you how good it felt to overindulge in a way that seems more and more infrequent amongst those my own age. I felt twenty-one again (though the impact of my hangovers these days gives me away), and it felt—-fabulous.
One of the responsibilities that go along with practicing dentistry in the smallest state around (literally) is always playing the part. That means—in Rhode Island—I can’t wear scandalous outfits or party like a rockstar in public without looking over my shoulder and wondering how many current or future patients I’ve just scared away from the practice. Or at least how many creepsters I’ve enticed in trying to get more than a little Lidocaine out of a visit to the dentist. So when I finally get the chance to escape this place, all bets are off; after months of suppression, I misbehave. The weekend started like this:
More recently I’ve been covering for my boss while he’s away and working my own hours in addition. Tuesdays and Thursdays have been twelve-hour, back-breaking, sweat-inducing days. Be careful what you wish for—full-time (and then some) is a bitch.
The hours I’ve been away from the office I’ve been trying to re-organize the post-painting chaos that is our house. The new paint color is great, but the bareness of the room is killing me. If I could make a decision to save my life I’d order some fabric and spruce the place up. In the meantime, I’m swooning over samples.