Chloe went to the dentist on Wednesday night. The dentist’s office was a house and Chloe said the assistant was the nurse from Minority Report, the one who works for the guy who swaps Tom Cruise’s eyeballs for a less-identifiable pair. It wasn’t as bloody, though, and they (the dentist and his assistant, not the eyeballs) were both very nice.
Thirty euros* for the exam and the X-rays, which she got to take home and she’s kind of excited that she has Spanish X-rays to keep. She has no cavities, but a wisdom tooth is coming in. Ana said they don’t routinely remove wisdom teeth in Spain. I’m guessing that’s an American thing, along with the belief that there is not a child born who does not need braces for one reason or another. He gave her a prescription for toothpaste for sensitive teeth, which could take four or five months to work. She’s just happy to know that she doesn’t have cavities that need to be filled.
*I wonder: We might say the exam cost us only thirty bucks. The British might say, instead of pounds, “Thirty quid for an exam and some films.” Is there a similar slang term for euro yet?
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