Right around Chinese New Year, I did a totally foolish thing - I bit down on a hard candy. I should know better, but my sweet tooth got the better of me...and 'Crack!' All of a sudden, my previously strong crowned tooth felt loose. I tried to ignore it, until a couple of days later when my entire crown (and the attached post) came out while I was eating....on a Sunday, no less!
Fortuately, my friend Jess, who's living in Siem Reap, knows a reputable dental practice, the Kampuchea Dental Clinic. It probably sounds strange to think of dentists as anything but reputable, but remember, Cambodia is a country where anybody can hang up a shingle and open up a practice. And I sure didn't want any old quack sticking their fingers in my mouth!
Even though it was Sunday, I decided to take a chance and headed over to the clinic. (If anybody takes days off in Cambodia, I'd think it would probably be a dentst). Surprise! It was open, with no waiting or appointment needed! It's a nice, clean, modern place too. I filled out some forms and was sent right into the examination room.
I sat down in the chair filled with anxiety, and prayed for a miracle. For those of you who know me, I've had the same dentist for 30 years, and even though I now have to travel over three hours to see him, I refuse to find a new one, because he's the only one I trust. But in an emergency half-way around the world, and four weeks from flying home, I had little choice. I have to admit, this lady dentist was very good. She spent a lot of time cleaning the crown and the remaining root, and cementing the tooth back in place (temporarily). She gave me her assessment and some advice, and reassured me that I could call and return for more help if I needed it. Back in the waiting room, she spoke in Khmer to the receptionist, who made up my bill. It was at this point that I almost needed an ambulance, because I almost died from disbelief when I got the bill! Total cost? Eight dollars!
|My dental bill!|
Want to save some money? Come to Cambodia!