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The Japanese Dentist

I went to the dentist yesterday to remove previously mentioned scary stuff on my teeth.

My first impression was "damn that's cool that you can get a next-day appointment." Back home you have to wait like 6 months! My second impression, upon walking into the actual area where you get worked on was "why are all the chairs in the same room?" It seemed kind of odd that you should be able to hear other people's shouts of agony.

They sat me down and threw what amounts to a blanket with a hole in it over my head. Only my mouth and nose stick out from it. Then they went to town.

I feel like my mouth has been raped by a set of crazed tooth gnomes.

On the bright side my mouth is clean and sparkly after a half-hour of agony, and I only paid $20 for it.

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Wow are you serious? all the dentist chairs are in the same room, like a frickin barber shop?

It only follows then that a haircut in Japan requires scheduling three months in advance and takes place in a private room. And you have to wear a led apron.

Bingo, like a barber shop. Good call.

Barber shops/hair salons are pretty good about appointments, and they look pretty much like back home.

There is the matter though that they never know how to cut my soft whiteboy hair.

We noticed almost right away when we visited Japan that our teeth felt "unbrushed" or "coated" within an hour or two after we had brushed them. Don't know whether it was the water, or the food we were eating or what, but it was definitely noticeable. And the problem disappeared when we got back to the states.

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