Fucking Frenums

What are frenums? They're those things that attach your lip to your gums. Yes, pull your lips, and those weird floppy but tough tissues between the inner side of your lip, and your gums, are your frenums. Don't ask me why it's fucking, the two words just came into my head and I thought to share it with you.

(Ha, if you get to know me better, I realised I have a tendency to say what comes to my head, very sporadically. It's embarrassing, but at least it can be humorous......I think....)

What a week. Have you guys ever had a week where everything, and anything, just seems to get out of hand? Not to mention, that all those thing just blob together and pile on top of you, and sits there, smoking its cigarette, inhaling all the nicotine whilst you just bear all the polluted puff beneath, unable to breath? I think I feel like one now.

So much to say, yet with such limitations. My dentures for my patient was swapped with another, another patient's record went missing but later found, I found crusted blood on Cheesecake but later declared HEALTHY by the blank vet, I am in a strange relationship with people, but you know what? I think one of the nicest thing that a person said to me this week, was from one of my patient. He asked about my family, I briefly told him about it, and mind you, this is a man who I only treated once if not twice, prior, and i just poured my heart and soul to him. Not very professional, perhaps, but a patient is a friend to me, a person. Before he left, he said, if you need anything, give me a call. I laughed, shouldn't that be what I say to him?

So, what was it, out of this stormy week? I suppose, I learnt that I am cherished by people. At least, by some, who care enough to say it to me. Sometimes, words can make a day, a day into a painting.

It's colourful, it's worth it.


A day, that is worth it.