So for those of you keeping up, I got my tooth fixed today, which normally wouldn’t be scary (as I’ve had this procedure done twice already on the same tooth), except I was in an Italian dentist’s office, and not only were communication abilities extremely limited, but the tone of voice he was using with his assistant always had this noticeable tone of disappointment. Not exactly the most comforting thing to hear and be unaware of what exactly is being said.
Everything so far though has turned out alright, aside from having to shell out 120 euros and leaving me with a very, very tight budget for Venice in 2 days. It’s not great-looking, but it’s also not a disaster and by all means much better than missing half a tooth. I think (/hope) it’s more a matter of just getting used to something new. As Ben said, the best I could have come out of this with was mild satisfaction, and he’s probably right (he’s a smart one). He also said he wouldn’t care if I showed up in Venice with no teeth at all (he’s also a liar, but at least a commendable one).
When I was laying in the chair and they were examining my tooth before beginning the procedure, little Giulia came next to me and said smiling with excitement, “It’s not a cavity!!!” When she came back in after the procedure was done, she asked me the standard question she asks anytime we’ve been apart for more than an hour: “Did you have fun??!”
I am still, unwaveringly, an anti-dentite.
I did, however, get Giulia saying “tippie toe!” and “lemon tree!” today as code-words (points, anyone?). This cracks me up to NO END. And as a bonus, I feel much better about smiling now… but still getting used to it.
