I can't wait until the day finally comes where I can have my own practice. One of these reasons, is because I work for Dr Evil who is vehemently anti-specialist referral. I mean, they only do an extra 3 or 4 years of full-time study in their selected field. What would they know?

Example:

Me: "Dr Evil? I have this lady I want to refer to an oral surgeon. She has a suspicious looking radiolucent lesion in her right mandibular ramus." I show the radiograph.

Dr Evil: "But look...this patient needs a lot of crown and bridgework...she may even be a candidate for implants..."

Me: "Uh, yes, but she has something growing in her jawbone."

Dr Evil: " This could be a very productive patient. There's the potential for ceramic units here."

Me: "Yes, but that won't be of any use to her if her jaw breaks because she has an ameloblastoma or something. Can I refer her?"

Dr Evil: "..."

I'm still waiting for a response!

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TJ asked me out for Valentine's day. (Ooh-er!)

He lives with a 27-year-old female flatmate who lives like an animal. She leaves bowls and plates with old crusting bits of food all the place and has a cockroach infestation. She seems to be a lovely person but I didn't want to touch anything in the apartment for fear of contracting some weird and exotic disease, or perhaps rabies.

But if I should end up foaming at the mouth, maybe I could get some time off work. Now there's a thought.