"...I've also been having a problem with my teeth."
"Um, you should really see a dentist. To be honest, they don't teach us much about teeth in medical school. So you should really see a dentist."
"Oh, but can you look?"
"I guess I can look in your mouth, but, really, a dentist is the person to go to. I can see if there's anything that looks like you need to see a specialist, anything medical that looks like it's going on, but any problems with your teeth, please, please, make an appointment with a dentist, or we can set you up with the dental clinic."
"Oh, but they really hurt."
"Okay, I can take a quick look and see if it seems like there's an obvious infection or something that even I can see is wrong."
She opens her mouth.
And pulls out a complete pair of dentures.
Uppers and lowers.
And tries to put them in my hand.
"Okay, this is definitely an issue for a dentist. I'm really sorry, they don't teach us dentures. I'll give you the number for the dental clinic."
"Maybe you x-ray them?"
"Yes, see if they are broken?"
"I'm sorry. That's not what we use x-rays for."
"Maybe just this once?"
"I'm sorry. You need to see a dentist."