Welp, a year and a half after moving to Israel, I finally made my way to the dentist. This is something I've been dreading, and it worked out Just Fine. Thank G-d.
I went to a private practice that comes very highly recommended, and the dentist was great. Not only did he speak English, which is nice since I don't know a whole lot of Hebrew dental words, he was also very patient and soothing and good at what he does.
Moreover, even though the waiting room only has a few magazines, it also has a nice big bookshelf of Chumashim, and Gemaras, and assorted other Jewish books. That made me really happy. The Escher room (with a nice number of impossible staircases) painted on the ceiling directly over the dentist's chair was also totally awesome.
Since it's a private practice, it means they don't take insurance, but my filling was still slightly cheaper than what I paid in America with dental insurance. Ha.
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