I paid the dentist a little visit today! A very nice man, the type that is chatty, but doesn’t expect you to reply back when you have your mouth full of contraptions. The reason I went was that I have a few wisdom teeth that have popped out lately, so I wanted to get those checked out, plus it was time for a check-up anyway. My body is a temple and all that, I take care of it and that includes the toofs. Anyway, the man tells me I have wonderful teeth, just a teeny hole. Okay fine, let’s get that fixed, I say. Do you want any local anesthetic, he asks? No, just drill that sucker, I say! The shot usually hurts way more, anyway.
I looked just like this, just with more contraptions in my mouth.
So he drills away, and tells me that one of my wisdom teeth look a bit wonky and that we probably should get it x-rayed. Go right ahead, I say. Or I probably just gave him the thumbs up, seeing as I couldn’t speak. He wraps everything up, gets me x-rayed, and says that yeah, that one definitely needs to go. Not as in “pulled”, but as in “surgery”. Right, I say, thumbs no longer perky. Sign me up for surgery. On the inside, I am now more like this:
The nice man sends me off on my merry way – yes, he’s nice despite it all, I’d rather have surgery than painful teeth after all – and I get ready to pay. 2000kr it cost me (350$). Surgery will cost me another 3000. (530$). OW, my wallet! There goes half of this months spending-budget, in just one morning. There’s only money for food left now. I tried to take a picture with the appropriate sadface to illustrate, but I thought I’d spare you the sight. So, goodbye spring shopping trip to Eastern Europe with the girls, hello Mr. Surgeon. Little sis, if you read this – become a dentist. You’ll make a fortune. Mom and dad, if you read this – send money!
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