Dentists – The Cypriot Way!

I  share the sad news with you that on Friday – the day of the Royal Wedding, I had to have a wisdom tooth removed. So while all my friends were joining in the Royal merriment with any excuse to have a drink or four, I was in the dentist’s chair with his hand half way down my throat yanking at what was a very stubborn tooth. The Cypriot way of the dentist is to have the Royal Wedding on the screen whilst he’s extracting the tooth. So in between mopping up blood, stretching my mouth so wide I thought I’d end up with a Cheshire grin, he was pausing to watch the wedding. Not only was he watching the wedding, he felt the need to commentate too. “Her dress is very plain.” All I could do was grumble “mmmm” as I tried to peer over his hand and extractor tool to catch a glimpse of the blushing bride.

The other dentist I’ve visited over here, used to pause in between fillings for a fag break. Sometimes even working on my teeth with the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. However since the smoking ban he no longer has the cigarette hanging out of his mouth…he leaves it in the ashtray.

It seems you get two options of Cypriot dentists here; either they use the latest, high tech equipment, who like nothing more than a British Royal Wedding, or you get the surgeries in high rise buildings that look decrepit and like they need a good clean. However, I have had nothing but good experiences with the Cypriot dentist. I was so scared of having injections that in the UK I’d have my fillings without injections. But since coming here and meeting the gentle, good natured Cypriot dentists, I have been reformed and am no longer afraid. So dentistry the Cypriot Way, get’s the seal of approval from me & all smiles around.