Hola summer warriors,
As part of my ongoing consulting with the Antarctica program, I was told recently that funding was approved to teach the medical crew some dentistry before they head south to the frozen continent, instead of waiting for them to call me with questions like “If teeth really matter, how come they don’t teach anything about them in medical or nursing school?” Then Jim, who runs the program for UTMB in Galveston, TX, asked me how I wanted to teach the course, and I told him I would find a local dental office and we would practice on each other in a real dental setting. He skeptically asked how I thought I would find an office that would allow such an exercise, and thus the gauntlet was thrown. I did a few cold calls to dental offices and after one expressed mild interest, I sealed the deal by mentioning that we were trying to find an office that was interested in helping the US Antarctic Program- who could say “no” to that?
I joined the crew of 8 in Galveston a few weeks ago as they were going through orientation, and we spent 2 afternoons in the dental office I had secured taking x-rays, doing exams, and then practicing fillings on some teeth I had set up in models for their learning pleasure. Everyone seemed to enjoy the chance to root around in each others mouths with no tongue or gum lacerations that would take too long to heal. In the middle of the 6 day orientation I managed to corrupt my old pharmacy buddy, Tien, and we played hooky one day to go sailing on a lake on a sleek Hobie Cat. Inexplicably we somehow managed to irritate our coworkers with texts and photos of our sailing adventure while they sat in class.
In local news, Colorado Springs was back on the Pickleball map by unveiling 15 spanking new courts downtown last week, and when the politicians finally stopped jabbering to the anxious crowd of a few hundred people, we got to play on a world class venue. I even won a new paddle in a drawing, which I happily collected even after a heckler called out “He’s a dentist!” like I didn’t deserve to win because all dentists are filthy rich, which I tend to flaunt with my lavish lifestyle.
Labor Day weekend means the annual Hot Air Balloon Festival, and I crawled out of bed at 5:30 this morning in hopes of seeing them launch and float around with the backdrop of the mountains. I wasn’t disappointed, and even after seeing them for over 30 years it was a treat. Hope your weekend is labor free, and you have a few more weeks of summer to soak in the warm weather.