So back to the dentist then, and no lives were lost. The hygienist was a lovely lady altogether. She was telling me she used to work in a rural practice and had a man in his fifties who'd never seen a toothbrush. Never cleaned his teeth in his puff! As I winced. However he didn't have a single cavity or hint of decay. Drank well water all his life you see. My hygienist suspects flouride in the water. He used to tease her for being a 'townie' and regale her with horror stories from the farm as retribution for poking him with bits of steel. He wasnt too sure about it all though, even with his nice new gleaming set of gnashers. The next time he came back he had the biggest ulcer you've ever seen on the end of his tongue, from running it up and down the inside of his chipped out mouth in wonderment.
This little girl has lived all her short life in Petra. Under the shadow of a movie set. No fluoride to off-set the plunder to be had from tourists by the looks of things. My colleagues were highly amused as I hunkered in the pink dust to talk to her. What we didn't share in dentistry we certainly made up for in matching hair-do's. Apparently.