Dr. N. was as sweet and nice as any American dentist I can imagine. He was overly polite, which never is a good sign, had respectable gray hair with a perfect haircut and wore good cologne. He looked at my teeth with a polite smile, but then suddenly he seemed worried. He completely ignored my weak statement that I visited a Russian dentist just a few months before and did deep cleaning in a very good and expensive clinic. He nodded and told me cruelly: “It doesn’t count”. Continue reading “One of the first things to do before moving to the United States (continued from September 24th)”
One of the first things to do before moving to the United States is to visit your dentist. I knew that, and I took care of my teeth a few days before my departure. At least I thought I did. But on one Sunday when my mother–in–law came to visit, I cooked a nice lunch. Cooking never was a problem for me, but when your mother-in –law is around, everything becomes more complicated. She is very nice and sweet, but she is still the mother of my husband. I don’t know how it is culturally in the US, but in my country, usually, the mother- in–law is not a “girl’s best friend”. At a minimum, you get nervous having her around. That is what happened to me as well. I was nervous, and, therefore, I was talkative in addition to my regular chattiness. In the middle of a conversation about great Russian literature, I bit a cherry a little bit too passionately, and with horror, I realized that one of my teeth I so lovingly took care of back home was cracked. Shall I say that my day was ruined, my week was ruined, my month was ruined as well? At the end of a month I finally decided that I have to go visit an American dentist. Going to the dentist is a famous affair for Russians. Historically, we don’t have impressive teeth for a number of reasons I can only guess at. Many ex-Soviets I know in the US and back home have problems with their teeth, and it is a sore topic for my people.
I started to look around for a trustworthy dentist. I asked people I knew for their recommendations. I checked my husband’s insurance policy. I read on-line. Finally, a lady from my neighborhood suggested going to our neighbor who has his office not too far from our house. After serious mental preparation and a phone conversation with the dentist, I made an appointment and went to his office (to be continued)