Going to the Dentist

I need a crown and an implant and I decided to get them here, for a fraction of the cost, after researching Indian dentistry and seeing totally modern, clean, Western offices, in Madurai, on-line. Off I went today for my first appointment with a highly qualified fellow (lots of letters after his name, lots of memberships and fellowships listed on his card) recommended by one of the lawyers here. Well, the office looked mostly OK, and he certainly seemed to know what he was talking about as he looked in my mouth and expressed concern about whether or not he could find an implant compatible with the threading of the post I already have embedded in my upper jawbone. Then he called in his assistant, a pretty young woman, and directed her to take an x-ray. Upstairs to the x-ray room, an old-fashioned looking machine, young woman puts on big lead apron, does not drape me with any such thing, and then, before I knew it, she sticks the little card thing in my mouth, and HOLDS IT IN PLACE WITH HER RUBBER GLOVED THUMB and takes the x-ray. I was so upset at what this means for her I couldn’t care about what it might mean for me. I told her, ‘’This is very bad for you – very bad to give so much x-ray to your thumb.” [I talk this weird simplified English which seems to help communication.] She understood I was concerned about her and replied something like “Oh no matter but thank you for concerning of me.” I said “Yes it does so matter; please please, you must stop this. You must protect your whole body. You should go out of the room for each x-ray.” That was lost on her. I keep thinking of the dentists in the ‘50s who did the same thing and lost their thumbs, and sometimes their lives. What to do?