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Dear Mr. Anis, Dear Dr. Khan, Yes, it is safe to do orodental procedures on a well-controlled diabetic patient. We usually take extra care for aseptic (germ free environment) conditions during dental procedure of a diabetic patient and prescribe antibiotics. This is just to prevent secondary infection. But there are some limitations during the surgical procedures (dental extraction, minor oral surgery, etc.) of diabetic patient. Some time we need to take special measures. Dear Dr. Khan, Dear Mr Mahtab, Dear Dr. Khan, Dear Mr. Tuhin, For those who have high blood sugar level, even we can do dental scaling with/without antibiotics, depending on other systemic condition. Dear Dr. Khan, I have visited a dental hospital and they advised me for total extraction. I am confused. Please help me by sending some tips on how to keep my gum healthy. It seems you have generalised gum disease, which causes loosening of your valuable teeth. Without seeing your actual oral condition and X-ray, I can not comment. For dental health tips and to avoid repetition, please see Dental Wise column of 7 Aug, 2007 edition of Star Lifestyle. Dear Dr. Khan Dear Ms Nusrat, Dear Dr. Mahfuj, Dear Ms Fatema, Dear Dr. Mahfuj, Dear Mostofa Popup Busting bad breath… BAD breath is an extremely common problem and almost everyone has it at some time. Even some Hollywood stars are known to suffer from it! Bad breath can cause embarrassment, create social and psychological barriers and even affect relationships. In recent years, there has been a growing awareness that bad breath is a problem that the dental profession should recognise and treat. Remedies for bad breath have been around for thousands of years and are even recorded in ancient Greek and Roman literature. Some of the old folk remedies to freshen breath are still in use today including the use of parsley, cloves and guava peels. Under A Different Sky Walking thoughts By Iffat NawazI walk because I can; it's most convenient, most independent. So I walk all streets that fall on my way- after I stand up, before I sit down, I walk. Humid, summer evenings, sky full of sunlight, and I walk. And so does everyone else around me. I don't notice cars that drive by. I notice people. And people in cars somehow seem less human than the humans walking around me. As if a part of their identity has been taken away when they stepped into their cars, they are no longer people but square things with wheels. In my own bubble I walk, watching, feeling…contemplating…questioning and answering. My own bubble makes me feel precious, I become the most important person alive, the most amazing, even if a much greater marvel is walking across the street, even if all my splendours are fading away while I walk. Even if there are 1000 Me's walking around the world thinking we are unique, we haven't met each other, and even if we did, we wouldn't recognise. While we walk, we think. Think about the past and the future but never about the present. How much money I have spent, how many days I have wasted, how many places I have visited, how many kilos have I lost or gained. And the future, less and less broad as I grow older, less and less dramatic, but with equal uncertainty as the past, so I walk to be certain. And I look at the store windows with big bold “Sale” signs. Middle of July and the summer collection is already too old. Emptying out spaces for sweaters already, they think ahead, more ahead than I want to. So I walk through stores, to learn about the future. Fall collection in the middle of summer, ruffles and cowl necks, painted buttons and three-quarter sleeves. For the first time I buy one, a sweater in the middle of the summer, to feel progressive, futuristic. It remains wrapped up waiting to be worn, waiting to be walked, someday. While I walk our bubbles collide, we look, blatantly, we don't react. Maybe inside just a little thought provokes, and then it changes into another realm. I see children with their parents, children in laps, children in strollers. Young hopeful parents, older accomplished parents. Parents who got bored, parents who wanted more, and they chose to have a child, the hard-easy choice. And I see some of them have stopped walking for themselves and now they only walk for their child, the greater being, new life, new steps. And I wonder if I can ever walk for someone else. When I was young in Dhaka , one of our househelps after finishing her chores would always call me to lock the door behind her. When I said bye to her she would say “Jodi baicha thaki taile kaal dekha hoibo,” "in case I am alive I will see you tomorrow". Everyday, she said the same thing, every single day. And I saw her every single day. She walked to our house in the mornings, and walked back to her home late afternoon, thinking about tomorrow, and if she will be alive, and it annoyed me, I thought it was overdramatic. It's been a long time since I last saw her, she is dead now, like she was suppose to be, like I am suppose to be one day. But I don't like thinking every walk could be my last, I am more cautious than pretend to be. My toe nails are always half painted, my legs are always tired, but I still walk, because it's convenient, because it's independent and I am too scared to run and too bored to stand and walking never gets old, only I do. |
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