41 karma · joined March 5, 2018
The clinic was on one of those slightly dodgy-looking industrial estates. To get inside, I had to walk through a plastic strip curtain, which made it feel more like a butcher’s shop than a dental practice. Plastic chairs. Dirty floors. Dodgy peeps waiting. Still, I was grateful to be seen.
I waited my turn, then spent about half an hour in the chair while a man drilled away at what turned out to be a cavity. He put in a filling, and afterwards I asked what I should do next.
“Well,” he said, “I don’t know how long that filling will last. A week, a month, a year—who knows?”
Then, he recommended that I go and see a dentist.
Sooooo yes happy with pubs closures.
Until few years ago he was a proficient digital photographer with advanced Photoshop knowledge. He was definitely tech literate and also have used Apple gears its infancy (the first guy in town to own an iPhone).
But now he forgets his passcode, or the fact that he can just use his thumb to unlock the phone. He keeps deleting his bank app and then goes to the nearby computer store shop to get it back. He also saved a scammer number claiming to be his daughter with a new phone (well, actually asked a friend to save it because he forgot how to do it).
Because we live abroad it's quite hard to check on him and his device to make sure he's safe and have been wondering myself how to best deal with the situation.