I cut my hair again. Maybe not quite as fashion forward as I’d like, but it’ll do for what I need my hair to be in the morning: something that can be done fast.
I’m seeing a patient tomorrow. Oh–today, really. In about six hours. (I’m trying not to think about that part.) He’s a quiet man, probably thinks I’m 16 years old, and I’m not having the best of luck holding a conversation with him. To be honest, right now, I wish I didn’t have to see any patients. I’m only seeing him because I feel guilty that I first saw him two and a half months ago and haven’t seen him since. Doesn’t seem to bother him much though. I’m guilt-tripping myself into being responsible.
Don’t look at the time (hope you can’t), but I’m up so late because I was working on this patient’s diagnosis for periodontics, looking at his radiographs, etc. When you’ve only done a comprehensive oral examination on only two real people that had squeaky clean teeth, it’s headache-inducing trying to figure it out on your own with anything else more complex.
Also, I need to study more for boards.
That is all.