Joe, in chair, with Arnold and I being just a little to mental about our dental. |
My impression of the inexpensive dental care was not a faltering one. When I heard all of this, my mind lept to that scene in Marathon Man: “Is it safe?” That admittedly ignorant belief did not waver, even in the face of assurances from Hungarian friends that Hungarian dental care is modern, not medieval.
With a year passing since my last dental appointment, and despite my misplaced misgivings, I began considering a visit to one of Hungary’s dentists. A friend knew just
the dentist, so we all went to the office of Dr. Ada. We brought along Joe, a
man whose near mortal fear of dentists was being overcome by four cavities.
The dental office was no less advanced and sterile
than our own in Canada (I apologize for constantly comparing things to Canada, but
I have no other country to compare dentistry to). A visit to the dentist is cheap, and they were effective. I was complimented on my clean teeth, but I grind my teeth in my sleep. Their solution was a mouthguard, which would cost about $50 CAD, meanwhile a quote from a Canadian dentist over a year ago was $260.
More important than money and fancy chairs and what not, Dr. Ada had great chair-side
manner. So much of us have strange, primal fears of dentists – Joe, far example, had a beer on the walk to the office to calm his nerves – and either way, it's nice that when a stranger pokes around in your mouth, it does not feel like a torture scene.
Photo by Arnold |