It was only a matter of time before I succumbed to some sort of illness. Everyone around me has been hacking and wiping their noses and looking utterly miserable for the past month and a half, so it was less a question of “if” and more of a “when”. All the same, while I stockpiled tissues and lozenges, I wasn’t entirely prepared when the cold got me because I forgot one essential thing: the actual cold medicine.
Okay, own up. Who of you gets up regularly before 7 AM?
For those of you who said, “Me!” which of you gets up at that time, not because of work or school scheduling, but due to your own volition?
If you still answered, “Me!” may I ask why?
Who here is bad at remembering to schedule dentist apppointments? (Me!) Yes, I will admit it has been well over a year since I last got things cleaned up. I don’t even have a real excuse, as- despite living in a foreign country- I have found a clinic full of professionals that speak English.
If you live in Japan, hopefully you are aware of something called the AMDA. This organization offers help to those living in Japan whose native language is not Japanese. They will assist you in finding hospitals and clinics in your area with translators available. (Disclaimer: the translators may not be there on the day you want to go or may not be able to speak aa fluently as you expect, so bring a dictionary and expect less rather than more.) I have used this service once or twkce but now feel comfortable enoigh using big search engine sites to find what I want.
Enter Nakai Dental Clinic.
Located in Kyoto City by City Hall, this is an easy to find, friendly place that I have visited a few times now. Staff communicate in English unless you indicate that Japanese is fine. You can call or, for people like me who don’t care for phonecalls, you can email to book an appointment.
Something to keep in mind: while I have yet to experience this for myself, I have heard of dental clinics in Japan who will try to make you come in multiple times over the course of a month for the consultation, x-rays, and cleaning, all on separate days. If you are concerned about getting things done in a timely manner, it never hurts to indicate you want all services done at once.
After you make the appointment, the procedure is pretty similar to any other dentist I have been to. Give your name and your insurance card, along with the dental clinic card if you have been there before- oh yes, the card.
This may be something other countries already do but I never experienced in the States. The first time you go to a hospital or clinic in Japan, you register your basic information with them. When you finish, you are presented with a patient card for that place, which you use to check in from then on. I have, uh… at least eight such cards, two of which I use with any regularity. Others I have picked up out of necessity while traveling and needing something checked out.
When that is all done you wait in a teeny lobby until your name is called and you are taken in to have your teeth looked at. They check for cavities, gingivitis, the whole works. They will spend a few minutes going over your results with you, then send you to another room for your cleaning/xrays/whatever you’re there for.
The dentist who runs the place tends to see you after the hygienist is done with you. After which you pay and are sent on your merry way. Barring any unforseen circumstances, you’ll be sent a postcard reminding you to go back in for your “maintenance cleaning” six months later.
I am a very fortunate individual who has never had a cavity in her life, but who generally botches up regular visits, so I have never paid more than a thirty dollar copay (3,000¥) each time. What you pay may vary.
Why am I sharing all of this with you lovely readers now?
Bdcause the hygienist remembered me and gave me a thorough scolding for not coming in after so long.
“Have you been busy?” she asked sweetly as I settled into my chair.
“Uhh, kind of.”
“Well, as long as you’ve been flossing every day and brushing three times a day I am sure there is.nothing to worry about.”
We looked at each other for a moment, her with her too-sweet smile and me with a much more awkward one. We both knew that hadn’t been the case. I let out a non-committal chuckle and left it at that.
How often do you go to the dentist? Do you get scolded? Or are you praised each time?
For a country full of people who–as a general rule–refuse to kiss their spouses in public, Japan sure has a lot of romantic holidays.
Something I’ve struggled with for ages is the concept of giving feedback to people about their products and services. I’m not sure why; laziness is very likely one part of it. But in the past when I bought things from big-name websites I’d delete their survey emails unread. When at a restaurant I’d be at a loss as to what to put on the questionnaires they passed out.
But something’s changed.
Something very big and political has changed, and you wanna talk about “trickle down” anything, that’s what happened to me in terms of giving criticism.
Make a phonecall to a representative. Write a review for a book online. Write a letter of protest or support. Donate to a cause. Comment on the fare at a restaurant to the staff.
Is this a turning thirty thing? Is it a growing up thing?
Who knows, but I’m riding this wave of conscious purchasing and reflection and enjoying it.
I can hear people in the distance saying, “Nobody cares what you have to say. You’re a drop in the ocean. It takes more than just one voice to change anything.”
There’s a grain of truth in that. I’m sure I’m not saying anything original or inspiring when I leave messages or make phonecalls. Still.
Do you have any idea how happy artists are when you reblog their work? How excited authors are to get a review–especially the first review on a given piece of work?
Staff members brighten when I compliment their service/the food. Bloggers respond with thanks when I post even a brief message in their comments section.
It’s not so much about what I say, but the fact that I said anything at all. It’s that the person who created something or is doing something knows another human being is out there acknowledging them.
I’m reminded of a line from the musical 1776, where a character is singing, “Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?”
Yes, we’re here. Yes, we care. And we may not see exactly what you do, but that’s why we share our views with each other, right?