Israeli is to chic peas as Russian is to dentistry.

Sometimes I’m amazed that I still have new experiences to write about here.

I had my first Israeli dental experience today – or should I say Russian dental experience? It seems that to be a dentist here, you have to be Russian, and you also have to be way harsh about poking around in there. I know that going to the dentist isn’t supposed to be fun, but jeez, man. It freakin’ hurts to stick metal toothpicks into my gums. I found myself subconsciously whimpering, “but I’m just a gentle American…”

And the results?

The good news is, I don’t have to go back there for a while.

The bad news is… I do need to go to a dental surgeon to get a wisdom tooth removed.

So what’s Russian for: MORE NOVOCAIN YOU SOVIET BASTARD!!!