I’m kind of anal when it comes to my health, especially with my teeth. I have never had a cavity in my life due to “hard teeth” and a strict brushing & flossing regimen. The only invasive surgery I’ve had in my mouth was getting my molars removed which I thoroughly enjoyed. Laughing gas has to be one of my most favorite drug experiences ever. I actually enjoy going to the dentist as well. It’s like my mouth has been to the car wash and I treated myself to the turtle wax finish.
I have been in Argentina for almost 9 months. Once I realized this and realized that I normally go to the dentist every 6 months, as advised, I quickly called up my yoga teacher who also happens to be a dentist.
I showed up to my appointment, eager to see how much different it would be from the States. For starters, the exam room was bright lime green. Even the exam chair was green to match the walls and the cabinets. It was amazing, to say the least. I am fond of the color lime green. The room was anything but sterilized and organized, with tons of green plants spilling out onto the porch, a bottle of soda on the sink and tools and creams randomly placed everywhere. This was definitely Argentina’s way of doing dentistry — totally laid back. He was playing some jazz in the background and wore jeans and a t-shirt.
I sat in the chair as Sergio, my yogi-dentist prepared my cleaning. He didn’t put a “bib” on me to catch the flying spit, he didn’t wear gloves or eye protection — he just let my mouth juices spray all over his face and my chest like we were having a “wet ‘n’ wild” competition — who could leave the room with more of my spit on them by the end of the exam. I’d say he won as his face was closer than my chest. It didn’t seem to bother him at all.
The exam didn’t take long. At the end he pulled out this tube of fluoride that looked like pink hair gel and tasted probably the same (as I’ve never tried to eat hair gel before). When I was done I paid him the 30 pesos for the exam which is less than 10 USD. Not too shabby.