It’s not
true, of course. Making a generalization
about an entire culture is never going to work.
Besides which, those who can afford to go travelling to other places in
the world have usually managed to fork
out the odd few thousand in order not to make children in foreign climes run from them in
terror when they open their mouth to say
Bonjour. So it’s not travelling Brits who gave rise to our reputation as having
the worst teeth in the world. (And yes.
We STILL have it.)
It’s those
one encounters inside the country
that present sights not usually seen in developed countries. People with one
lone, yellow fang dangling down from their jaw; those with mouths like old
pianos – yellow-brown with black spaces in between; people you would hate to
sit across from at a dining table; and those whose gnarled and twisted teeth
seem to defy all logic and give rise to acute curiosity about whether they actually
ingest all food through a feeding tube?
And me.
A scant few
years ago I went to a Dentist in Australia for a routine check-up and was not
only congratulated on my standards of oral hygiene, but reassured that, like
everyone else in my family, my gnashers would accompany me to the coffin.
Now, I’ve
been here three years and at times wish I could get away with wearing a hygiene
mask as so many people do in China.
Because teeth
appear to be looked upon as optional extras for the poor, the marginalized, and
all those on Benefits. NHS dentist perform two function only – yank ‘em or fill ‘em up. If one requires neither of those services the
world of dentistry is a distant pleasure-ground where people who can open wide,
do so at the blink of a camera shutter. Or throw their heads back in order to
laugh; or crunch their way through all the fruit, nuts and roughage their body
requires.
I’d lost the
last of my molars before it dawned upon me that the more I kept seeing NHS
dentists, the more teeth would be yanked from my protesting head. Since that
last visit I’ve been saving myself from choking each time I eat by a
complicated manoeuvre involving crushing whatever I can between my bottom two
teeth and the top two. Entire droves of
Wait-staff have been known to fall asleep standing up at restaurants while
people leave; lights are turned off, and I am still trying to get the Starter
down my gullet in such a way as to gain nourishment rather than a lingering
death by asphyxiation.
An entire
teen age spent giving metallic smiles through my railway tracks; painful and
complicated root-canal work; hugely expensive bridgework; 6 monthly check-ups
since the age of 3…..to the NHS this is immaterial. If you don’t need yanking
or filling then you don’t need dental work. And as for the “perfect smile’
private dentists base their practices on?
Well NHS realizes that the poor, the needy, the marginalized and those
on Benefits don’t have too much to smile about anyway so the subject of a smile
is never brought up in NHS surgeries.
Just as
well: I currently express amusement with a lop-sided sneer that HAS been known
to set small children crying. Not even the fact that dental neglect has led to
gum disease fazes the NHS. Yet any private dentist I’ve ever been to has held
the threat of gum disease to probably be the most sore affliction ever visited
upon humankind. Avoiding it is the
reason for check-ups, monitoring, reconstructions.
Whether
because of 3 years of non-stop abscesses, swelling, and antibiotics (gave THOSE up 18
months ago as I couldn’t bear to imagine what they were doing to the rest of me!);
or because they were working overtime performing the tasks usually performed by
about 30 of their fellows; my two bottom front teeth have recently taken to
waving gracefully in the breeze, often reviving in me a long-ago desire to tie
a string to them, attach string to door-knob, and slam it in protest against
NHS dentistry practice.
It took over
10 months for me to get an appointment to a London Hospital where the
specialist, accompanied by wide-eyed students, played Cap-The-Line as we delved into obscure English Literature
together, and seemed to place more value in aural expertise rather than
oral. No treatment plan ensued – merely
an injunction to march in to “those lazy Brighton dentists” and tell them to get
on with it.
I’ve never
actually read How to Make Friends and
Influence People – but am prepared to wager that it doesn’t embrace such
courses of action. In fact, for those on benefits, it’s probably against the
law
.
So I could
perhaps ask for another appointment. But
in another 10 months I assume the teeth in question will have bowed to
ill-winds and wafted right out of my mouth leaving me to die a slow lingering
death due to malnutrition.
And in the
interim, tourists who stop me to ask directions will go back to their countries
to give new life to the Brits-and-their-teeth
meme for yet another generation.
n.
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