I figure I have two choices, to be the eternal pessimist like Murphy and decide that everything always seems to be going wrong with me. Or I can beat those thoughts into submission and decide that these things that are happening , are to give me life experiences and of course stories to write about. This optimistic outlook also gives me the chance to meet more people, spend more money and see the inside of so many more places than I would have otherwise.
What am I talking about I hear you ask? I am now going to be privy to the workings of an Ethiopian dental clinic. Of course any visit to a dentist for a dentaphobe like me is never by choice, always kicking and screaming. While biting down in to a fresh tasty bread roll (they do them so well here) I discovered with the help of my tongue the very sharp edges of a tooth that I have previously had drilled, filed, gnawed, ached, attacked and otherwise filled by another dentist. The experience has never been pleasant, alas owing to my phobia it is excruciating.
Any medical process as an expat is protracted and a little like pulling teeth! First I need to see if I am covered under my medical insurance, then search for a reputable dentist. It is suggested to seek a recommendation prior to sitting in the chair, which is my first hurdle, as this requires knowing people, and since I have been somewhat of a recluse this will be difficult. Next, I am going to hope and pray and sweat that the dentist knows what they are doing.
Oh, it is New Years Eve and I am hoping the dentist has not decided to start celebrating early. But I should be fine, as they celebrated new years in September, phew.
Part II of my Ethiopian dental drama will be coming soon to a blogosphere near you!