Wednesday, 27 March 2013

The dentist

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...


  1. That's good news ! What he has done is partly payed by the health insurance in Belgium. Only crowns and beauty stuff you have to pay full.

  2. Glad you found a good one!
    I do like that joke. I'll take chocolate too.

  3. I have a low pain threshold, too, Mara, and always need at least two shots, sometimes three. Of course, I'm a wimp about the shots, too.
    I remember when I returned to the dentist I had seen when I was a teenager. He came into the room where I was terrified, my hands clenched with white-knuckles on the chair arms, and said, "Well, Kay, I see you haven't changed a bit."

  4. I also recently visited the dentist after having lost an onlay/inlay. I was able to retrieve it, and he put it back in although it was partly damaged and didn't fit as well as previously. It would have been expensive to redo though.

    Oddly enough this dentist is limpier than my former one. I am sort of getting used to him though.


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