Mexican Food Therapy

 Decrepit, lonely barn. 

Getting to have lunch with a collegue is terrific therapy! Listening to how their life has challenges similar to mine… Priceless. I could actually breath as I drove back to the clinic. 

They didn’t clue me in to the large chunk of lettuce lying on my scarf or the black pepper bit wedged between my two front teeth, though.  Oh, well. My patients are more than happy to bring it to my attention instead….

I feel like such a dork. 

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96 thoughts on “Mexican Food Therapy

  1. I love this. I’ve given in lately and choose meals based upon the color of my shirt or tie. “Hmm, this tie is kind of the color of marinara sauce.” Or something like, “Do you think my shirt goes better with Pesto or avocado?”

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  2. So funny. You got a good lunch, and got a good story, too.

    I once taught a college class, and when I got back to my office, I discovered my nursing bra flap had been open the whole time. I was wearing a shirt with a sweater on top, as I recall, so I don’t think it actually showed, and no one mentioned it, but still. . . πŸ™‚

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  3. This past Friday, I went through what I thought was a normal day in the office, including running errands on my lunch hour. It was only after I got home that evening and looked in the mirror that I discovered that I had a piece of tissue stuck on the nose piece of my glasses, having used the tissue to dry them in the morning. You’d think at least one person at some time during the day would have let me know, wouldn’t you?

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  4. Why don’t people tell you those things????

    My husband was astonished when I told him how much I appreciated the man who told me that my shirt had torn 30 minutes before a meeting I’d spent a year organizing. (I had a jacket which I kept on all evening in spite of the intense heat in the room ….)

    “I’d never tell a woman that,” my husband said.

    “You’d let her go out in front of everybody like that?”

    Sheepish look. Change the subject …

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  5. Ahhh, you guys are all a bunch of whiners. Pffft! Did you know that when you have a position of authority that the people around you look for small clues that you are human like them? They see you as way up there and unapproachable. When they see a piece of food in your teeth or a piece of tissue on your glasses, it endears them to you and makes them feel more comfortable and trusting and better able to identify with your message. When i was a boss, I was clutzy enough that that was a regular thing for me – smudged glasses, a spot on my shirt, etc – but in B-school, we were taught to not be too perfect and for those who just HAD to be perfect, then leave a piece of tissue on your glasses or a shirt button undone,etc. . It is a good leadership tactic – provided you’re not too full of yourself to allow yourself to be less than perfect – in which case you were never going to be an effective leader anyway. Bring on the food and tissue (a natural state of being for me! Ha!) πŸ˜€

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  6. This is one of the things that I am coming to value about blogging. The realization that I/we are NOT alone with our challenges and black peppercorns.

    I’ve been enjoying your posts. Thought I should come out from lurking and say, “hey.”

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  7. Hah! Dr. Dork…the perfect new blog πŸ™‚ My most embarrassing item from the oral surgery office- profuse snot running from my nose into my mask during surgery. Forgot about it, took the mask off, went to get the patients escort then realized that I had a snot trail from my nose to my lip once I got to the back office.

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  8. Welcome to the common human experience! I was out at dinner with my boss, his wife and a group of people from his lab and his wife had a piece of spinach stuck on her front teeth. She liked to talk, and everyone was looking at everyone else to tell her. Towards the end of the main course, someone finally told her. I don’t know who was more embarrassed!

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  9. Awww. Not a dork. Other staff should have alerted you. Still, how terrible is a spec of pepper? Sheesh. … and it is removable. It’s those little things that can’t be removed that folks point out, that are irritating … the folks pointing them out, that is, are the biggest irritation. I don’t suppose you have any cures for bad manners?

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      • Hmm. I could probably use a dose of that cure.

        Now if the cure would adapt to accommodate different situations … Such as one response for patients who think this way: “Is that a cavity or pepper between her teeth? I would tell her if it is food, but I can’t tell if it is a cavity because I can’t get close enough to see that well. Maybe it’s a poppy seed? It is really bothering me … and might embarrass her MORE if other patients keep staring in her mouth. I will take a chance and say something.”

        And another dosage for staff that shouldn’t have to think. They should just say: “Check the mirror, something between your teeth.” Should not be a big deal requiring internal debate.

        Thank you for all that you have done.

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  10. But you’re an awesome dork! One who is smart enough to enjoy lunch with a friend πŸ˜€ One of the perks of my detail-impairment is that I honestly don’t notice things like that with my friends. On the rare occasion that I do, I either enjoy the humanity of the moment or mention it which always brings about good cheer. People are funny!

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  11. You have never walked into a teachers’ cafeteria after lunch… you would see a bunch of people grinning widely to each other. Teeth checks. Nothing brings a lesson to a halt like food in your teeth.
    My favorite oops….many years ago and not of my doing. We were listening to this bombastic jerk go on and on about something in a monotone spiel that could put a sugared-up tantruming kid asleep. He had on a dress shirt with a long tail. His fly was wide open. It had been opened all morning. Somehow, his shirt tail had worked through the opening. It was very white against his dark pants. He had his hands in his pockets and was swaying back and forth on his feet. On the back swing, his pants opened wider and the shirt tail stiffened into a salute. On the forward thrust, it would relax. He kept doing it thinking he was making a great point because everyone was so focused. I had to leave the room I was laughing so hard. I tried…. I really did, but I started to giggle, and everyone around me was snorting and …well…. I so wish we had cell phones back then. I would have so video taped him… πŸ™‚

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  12. Ugh, I hate when that happens! I always have dental floss in my purse just in case. Lunch is always better with someone who knows… I hope your day with patients was calmer than mine…whew!…what a day. πŸ™‚

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  13. Hey, good snack for later and good story. I think that is the test of a true friend -someone letting you know you have something between your teeth, toilet paper stuck to your shoe, etc. I once ate a sandwich with pumpernickel bread for lunch. Not one of my colleagues told me I had a jack-o-lantern smile from the bread being stuck between my teeth. I caught a glimpse of it in the bathroom mirror later and you can believe I read them the riot act for not telling me. It was actually pretty hilarious.

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  14. My daughter and i always joke (but we’re kind of serious) about which foods are not date (or public) foods. No seeds, sauce, any sandwich with more than just cheese, bread preferably toasted (so the soft stuff doesn’t get in your teeth), hot dogs (because of hot dog breath) . . . you can have ice cream if it’s in a cup and maybe a soft drink, but that’s about it. πŸ™‚

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  16. I always tell people if they have something in their mouth or a nose situation, whether or not I know the person well or just met them. I would like someone to do the same for me.

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