D-Day - d being for dentist. J comes along. Fortunately the dental surgery is next to the charity shop, because there's no reading material in English - just what appears to be religious matter in Greek. And a large fish tank. So he's able to nip next door for a book.
I've just said to J that there are really questions I should have been asked much sooner - such as whether I'm taking blood thinners, when the assistant takes me off to ask these slightly belated questions as well as others seemingly less useful. How many children do I have? And, strangest, what is my father's first name? And not deterred by the fact that he's dead. Not unusual in Cyprus according to others. But what possible use could they make of this info?
There are twenty-four religious icons on the wall, but no framed dental qualifications. Isthis significant? Then I'm moved to another room with too many icons to count. The specialist does speak English, but isn't all that forthcoming as he works. No friendly warnings before a sudden jab in the roof of themouth or general chat on how the extraction is progressing. In fact the chat, and jokes it would seem, are reserved for the assistant. At one point I hear him whispering to her and turn round to see that he has his arm around her.
But eventually over, all but the instruction sheet, the prescriptions - and the 180 euro payment, delivered in a room that does have the framed qualifications. Done.
I've just said to J that there are really questions I should have been asked much sooner - such as whether I'm taking blood thinners, when the assistant takes me off to ask these slightly belated questions as well as others seemingly less useful. How many children do I have? And, strangest, what is my father's first name? And not deterred by the fact that he's dead. Not unusual in Cyprus according to others. But what possible use could they make of this info?
There are twenty-four religious icons on the wall, but no framed dental qualifications. Isthis significant? Then I'm moved to another room with too many icons to count. The specialist does speak English, but isn't all that forthcoming as he works. No friendly warnings before a sudden jab in the roof of themouth or general chat on how the extraction is progressing. In fact the chat, and jokes it would seem, are reserved for the assistant. At one point I hear him whispering to her and turn round to see that he has his arm around her.
But eventually over, all but the instruction sheet, the prescriptions - and the 180 euro payment, delivered in a room that does have the framed qualifications. Done.