You may recall my experience last year with my new dentist in Milas. This is a reminder for you.
I had quite a lot of treatment over 4 or 5 appointments, and even though I was satisfied with the results, this dentist was so slow. I don't enjoy going to the dentist, so when I do I'd rather get my treatment done as quickly as possible. He was never on time for my appointments. Waiting makes me anxious. Once in the chair, I was subjected to singing and videos. and that made me even more anxious. The only advantage to having this dentist is that he speaks a little English. (I curse myself daily for my lack of adequate Turkish).
I should really have gone back for a routine check-up at the end of last year, but I kept putting it off. A tiny hole appeared about a month ago in one of the fillings he did, and then last Friday more than half of the back of one of my canine teeth just broke off. I phoned him and he said he could fit me in between appointments on Monday afternoon for 10 minutes just to look at it, but made an appointment for yesterday (Wednesday) to deal with it.
I felt that the 10 minute look was unnecessary and not worth the effort so I just settled for the appointment yesterday.
I arrived in plenty of time and was shown to the waiting room by the nurse. Then I waited...and waited...and waited. Finally, 45 minutes later, the nurse popped in and asked me if I would like some tea. I said no thankyou, I would just like to see the dentist, sooner rather than later (Please understand that this was actually difficult for me to explain in my broken Turkish to someone who spoke no English). I decided I didn't want to wait any longer. I got up to leave and she asked the dentist to speak to me.
Apparently, there was a complication with the previous patient and he asked me to wait a further 10 or 15 minutes. No apology. I reminded him that my appointment was for 2.30 and politely said that although I could understand that these things happen, I should not have been left waiting for 45 minutes with no explanation. I knew there was a bus back to the village at 3.45pm but not another until 6.00pm, and I wasn't prepared to wait around that long. He asked me if I wanted to make another appointment, but by this time I was stressed and angry, so I declined and said I would find another dentist. Still no apology. So I left.
I quickly popped into the eczane close by, where the pharmacist (fluent in English) has been very helpful since we moved here. It was he who first recommended this dentist. I briefly told him what had happened and he told me that he had also stopped using this dentist for the same reasons, and to his knowledge, so had other patients. He has given me the name and number of another dentist.
I ran all the way to the bus station and just managed to catch the bus as it was leaving.
If Mr A had been here, all this could have been dealt with better. I hate the fact that I have become so dependent on him for stuff like this. I do try, and mostly manage, to sort things out myself, but I am now faced with yet another trip into Milas today to find this other dentist. I'm reluctant to phone because I will struggle to explain the problem, so face to face is easier.
All this leaves me feeling quite tearful and depressed, which is frankly ridiculous. It's more frustration than anything else that after all these years I still cannot grasp enough of the language to cope with certain situations. I know that I will force myself to shake off this feeling and just deal with it. Thinking about it is far worse than actually doing it.