He looked suspicious as I pointed my camera at him while he sold fruit from his little cart on the street. I asked him if I could take the picture, but I don’t think he understood. He just looked at me, then went back to cutting the fruit. I bought some, of course, a little bowl for 20 Rupees (about 30 cents US, or 20 Pence UK).
Actually, a small bowl of fruit was pretty much all I could eat today because in the morning I decided to visit a local dentist to get a wisdom tooth removed. It hadn’t been causing me any issues but a couple of years ago a dentist, who was working on my teeth, said that at some point it would need to be removed. So, with that in mind, I decided to take the opportunity of cheap dental care here in India, and have the work done today.
Now, I’m not at all squeamish about visiting the dentist, but with only a local anesthetic I was aware that the tooth was putting up quite a fight as the dentist gripped my head and really pulled hard on the belligerent tooth. There was quite a bit of twisting and pulling but it didn’t take long until I was walking out of the dental surgery with less wisdom and a little less money than before.
The dentist kindly gave me a bit of cotton wool to bleed onto and a bag of assorted nondescript drugs that I’m supposed to take in a complicated order at specific intervals. Of course, I forgot all those instructions within moments of leaving the dental surgery. That could be a problem, but I’m sure it’ll be fine if I just mix’n’match the medication with fruit chunks and chai bought from a dirty cart on the side of a dusty street in Delhi. I mean come on, what could possibly go wrong?