To miss a day of work, I have to be really sick. I don’t suppose there is any great merit in that except that if I don’t work then a couple other people are left jobless and incomeless for the day. Being the boss means not that I can do whatever I want as my kids would sometimes like to believe but rather that I have to take all the people who work for me into consideration. The business has to keep going and I am an essential cog in the wheel.
Today, however, I did something I have never ever done before. I had to quit before my last patient was done. I was in the middle of the procedure, the filling preparations were done, liners in place, matrix bands on. At that point I said to my assistant, “You’ll have to excuse me for a few minutes. Could you get this ready for the filling.” And out I went quickly to the back door where I thought I would recover by getting a bit of fresh air. Instead, I had to head down to our staff biffy where I sat on the floor in that state of just before puking till it did indeed pass. Then I looked at my face in the mirror. I was about the colour of white bread.
I made my way upstairs again planning to finish off those fillings. My partner, Roger, took a look at me and suggested he finish them for me.
My patient was very nervous. I hope I didn’t freak her out by almost passing out.
I am now home in bed, feeling somewhat better but still too close to regurgitating for my liking.
I thought this was such a great idea. Found it via Think Christian taahnks to Anotherthink. I wonder how it will take off? My biggest concern would be that it has to distributed through large scale government initiatives so will not be for sale. I guess my concern would be that many large scale government initiatives in Africa have fallen prey to corrupt leaders who find a way to make a profit off such technology.
Here I sit in a quiet house. Bliss.
Of course the reasons for the quiet are all good so that lends a good sort of shade to this season of quiet. The kids are out doing their things – dance, soccer, Massa is on the bus to Saskatoon for the afternoon and Leo is out doing some golfing on this rather cold afternoon. I am going to curl up on the couch with a good book in a few minutes.
We came home from church today to have Massa cook spinach for us, à la congolaise. This is not your ordinary spinach with cheese sauce or whatever. We made some special purchases in order to do it right. First of all you shred the spinach leaves into very small pieces by hand. We used a large package of the prewashed baby spinach. Then melt some coconut oil in a Dutch oven or other large pot. We chose coconut oil since it was the closest we could get to unrefined palm oil. This we bought at a specialty store in the section where you can buy corn popping oils. The spinach was placed into the hot oil and cooked over low heat till it was cooked but not overdone. While this was cooking, we chopped about 11/2 cups of roasted, unsalted peanuts very finely. The peanuts were added to the spinach as well as salt. We forgot to add some finely chopped onion when we added the spinach to the oil but I guess we could have done that. Then all that needs to cook slowly until the peanuts are softened. That can take a while – about 20 minutes.
While Massa was cooking the spinach, I was getting the rest of the dinner ready. We were in a bit of a rush since he had to catch the bus. It struck me that this kind of food preparation should not be rushed. I liked working alongside Massa. It was almost as if my soul was slowing down. I was participating in a work of creation that could not be rushed without diminishing the results. So the peanuts in our spinach were a bit on the crunchy side even though it was very good. Perfection in our meals is not often a requirement in our fast food society. Nor is sitting down and eating the meal in a leisurely fashion. We miss out on so much with our rushing about.
I feel a bit like I was blindsided by a ninety year old grandma. She came in needing teeth. Had some old, old dentures that needed replacing. Had tried several places and each time the teeth made were a “terrible fit”. So she came to me. And I tried my darndest. I really did. I was prepared today to start over again but she had had enough. And that is fair in a way. Someone her age should be expected to adjust to new stuff with difficulty and I think she just has too much stuff going on in her life right now medically.
I guess I was done in by her need, her seeming feistiness and maybe by my own pride at being able to make pretty good dentures.
One refund cheque must go in the mail.
Days like this I think I should stop making dentures. They are the only dental work for which I have ever had to issue refunds. And I do honestly try my very best to satisfy the needs of the patient so it is a real let down to have a patient give up on me, refusing to let me rectify the problem. Makes for a crappy day.
I am reminded from time to time that I need to make time for solitude in my busy days. Yet some days, circumstances just seem to work against finding this time.
This morning, I was heading out to Gatecrashers – our 6:30 am prayer time at church. I was even running on time. Then I did something stupid. I decided to let the dog out for a few minutes so she could do her business outside rather than in her kennel. I had not forgotten that yesterday our fence was taken down so it could be rebuilt but I thought that a few minutes would be enough and then I would call her and she would come. I am sure she was out only 5 minutes. I called her but she did not come. I went to the front door and called there, but no dog. Then I hopped in the car and began to drive around the neighbourhood. Driving around calling for a runaway dog is not conducive to either talking to God or listening to him. Finally, I decided that I might as well go home and give up on both the dog and on making it to Gatecrashers. I drove up the driveway and there she was – safely in the back yard as if she had never left.
I did make it to the church. God was present in our midst in spite of my crazy morning.
This is cool.
Massa wants to learn how to do all the little things that he will need to know, like washing dishes and other stuff that people learn and don’t think about teaching a new immigrant.
Today he had a lesson in barbecuing. We did buffalo steaks for dinner and he had to do some well done and some medium rare. They were good!
Now since my dishwasher is broken, he is having a lesson in how to wash dishes. The lesson will be given by my daughter-in-law so I do not even have to get my hands wet. I showed him how we put away leftovers – in plastic containers with lids so the food doesn’t dry out.
It is a bit like having an extra son in the house but this one wants to learn all these things that most parents have to fight with their kids to do.
This is really cool.
Finally my house is quiet and I have a bit of space to myself in this busy weekend. Today, Leo’s brother is up for a visit and seems to be sick. That is not so good but Leo has gotten him some meds and hopefully all will be well. As well, a cousin of Leo’s was over for the afternoon. And Massa and Eric and Michelle. The house gets full and I get uncomfortable. I get to feeling like I can’t move. And of course I still can and I hate being like that cause I get very grouchy.
My feelings make me think of the “I do what I do not want to do” passage in the Bible. I wish I could just relax and enjoy having people around. I mostly do when I plan it but when people interfere with my plans and are just sort of there and I need to do other stuff then I am – well, I don’t like myself.
Anyway, the busyness seems to have died down and Massa and Patrick are sitting and playing a few tunes on the guitar. Music calms me and it was good to hear them. Amazingly, for a while the TV was off and it was quiet – just the music , all sort of peaceful.
I am waiting for Zakariya to wake up so he can take a bath, eat and go to bed for the night. Last night he slept pretty well, from about 10:30 till 4:30, drank a bottle and slept again till 8:30. I wonder what tonight will bring.