Teeth.

So today I am in Dakar because I had a dentist appointment, and it went really well. Last week I bit down hard on a little rock that was mixed in with the rice and fish and veggie bits, and my tooth has been slightly sore ever since. It seemed like a good idea to have someone take a look at it before I install in Salémata, since from there it's a two-day trek to get back up to Dakar and the Peace Corps dentist.

Luckily, the dentist took a look, tapped around a bit and told me that my tooth had taken a big shock (with the enormous power of the jaws) and that the ligament had a little inflammation, but as long as I leave it to rest for awhile it should be fine. He put some cinnamon-tasting stuff on it, told me to have a bonne installation, and sent me on my way, much reassured.