Back in the Netherlands I had a dentist. He was nice enough, but I always thought he was a bit limp. And I don't mean his handshake or his walk, it was just him. Limp. He checked my teeth for cavities, he drilled and filled. His assistance did the cleaning. Of plaque and stuff.
Here in Norway it seems to be a bit different. Apparently I never saw a dentist in January, only a dental technician. Who cleared me and told me to come back in a year's time. Well, one year became just over two months thanks to a little mishap with chewing gum and a filling. When I phoned yesterday, they told me to 'just come in'. Which I did. Shortly after 8am. By the time I left it was close to 10am. I had read a Donald Duck (yes, they have them here in Norway as well), a photo had been taken of part of my mouth and I had met the dentist. A real one.
Well, this real one certainly wasn't limp in any way. He was actually really nice and young and cute and good at his job. He told me he was glad I had come in so soon (apparently some people wait for months before they go to get the hole filled again). I told them (there was a dental assistant as well) I had a very low pain threshold and he was so careful with the shot I hardly felt anything. He did have to give me a second shot though, since the first one hadn't quite numbed everything.
He then set to work drilling and filling and shaving off again and making sure it looked and felt right. So, now I have a good set of teeth again and it didn't cost me an arm and a leg either! I think it would have cost me about the same in the Netherlands!
Back to saving money again...