brooklyn's family dentistry
in a city of unsanitary uninsured layabouts, where only the twentieth person you meet has been to the dentist since 9/11, the only way to find a good dentist is unfortunately through trial and error. my dentist, who i chose through the internet, might not have been the best choice. however it will probably make for some good stories later on - like when my teeth fall out. i think the ladies are russian but i cant tell. while the two of them are working on cleaning my teeth (apparently it takes two in the motherland) one says to me "Een home country ve are doctors. Ve are doctors of MANY tings." maybe it was meant to be reassuring, but it made me think about how dental work isnt really covered in medical school (or incidentally by vetarans insurance) and requires a certain amount of training and finesse not yet acquired by these cryptic ladies of the hasidic dental tradition. "Will this hurt?" i ask. "No, you do not feel pain," one replies as she stabs me with a giant needle and half my face melts off. "You vont to veiten zem?"