Last Friday I started having a toothache. At first I couldn't narrow down which tooth it was, or even whether it was an upper or lower tooth, because my whole left jaw hurt. Finally as the pain began to centralize, I figured out that it was my upper tooth that has a crown. Yikes. At first I thought maybe I could just coax it along with salt water rinses and maybe be able to last until I go back to the States next month. But finally I decided that since I have to take antibiotics just to have my teeth cleaned (because I had both of my knees replaced) that maybe I shouldn't walk around for very long with an infection in my tooth. That is the only reason I caved. Otherwise, I'd hold out until next month. So now I have an appointment with a "Dental Surgeon" tomorrow afternoon. That's what they call dentists here. You look up dentists in the phone book and it doesn't say "dentists" it says "dental surgeons". Luckily, this dental surgeon's office is just around the corner from my house and is in an old manor type town house. I've walked past it many times, and as I walked I observed many people going in and out of there. Finally I noticed the plaque on the wall saying it was a dental surgeons' office. The phonebook listed 2 dental surgeons, but the receptionist mentioned one more name, so maybe there are three. Anyway, tune in tomorrow (or the day after) for a post about my experience of going to the dentist in Ireland.
Last Friday I started having a toothache. At first I couldn't narrow down which tooth it was, or even whether it was an upper or lower tooth, because my whole left jaw hurt. Finally as the pain began to centralize, I figured out that it was my upper tooth that has a crown. Yikes. At first I thought maybe I could just coax it along with salt water rinses and maybe be able to last until I go back to the States next month. But finally I decided that since I have to take antibiotics just to have my teeth cleaned (because I had both of my knees replaced) that maybe I shouldn't walk around for very long with an infection in my tooth. That is the only reason I caved. Otherwise, I'd hold out until next month. So now I have an appointment with a "Dental Surgeon" tomorrow afternoon. That's what they call dentists here. You look up dentists in the phone book and it doesn't say "dentists" it says "dental surgeons". Luckily, this dental surgeon's office is just around the corner from my house and is in an old manor type town house. I've walked past it many times, and as I walked I observed many people going in and out of there. Finally I noticed the plaque on the wall saying it was a dental surgeons' office. The phonebook listed 2 dental surgeons, but the receptionist mentioned one more name, so maybe there are three. Anyway, tune in tomorrow (or the day after) for a post about my experience of going to the dentist in Ireland. 
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