Here is a pertinent podcast from Q (on CBC) recommended by Charlotte and enjoyed by many, myself included. Thanks C!
http://podcast.cbc.ca/mp3/qpodcast_20091109_22806.mp3
babel babble
This is my story about Berlin, and is meant as a compliment to our travel site www.byworldofmouth.com.
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City Of Lights
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December, now so much more than Kristimas
Turkey and Mulled Wine, Holiday Favourites in Germany
Trip to the Zahnarzt
As most people do, I put off going to the dentist as long as humanly possible, and in a place where I don't know the language, nor a good dentist, I was hardly inspired to make a termin. Well nothing gets you going faster than dental discomfort in the old talk trap, which is how I (only now) have made my first trip to the dentist in Germany.
After struggling through the new patient forms and checking no to the only 2 words i could decipher, pregnant (schwangere) and diabetes ( diabetes) I pieced together enough of my German to tell the doctor about my mouth woes (Ich habe ein Problem).
As he sat me down in his chair, pried my mouth open and stuck in one of those saliva suckers, I noticed that he didn't have friendly googly eyes on his overhead light. Since i generally hate going to the dentist, I closed my eyes, thought of Italy and waited for it to be over.
Now usually, I trust medical professionals and had no reason not to trust this Zahn doctor but as he's sticking one of his mini drills into my mouth, he says " kein angst" (no worries) and I had no choice but to worry a little and adjust my facial expression from "get this over with" to "i just drank chunky milk".
At least he was consistent with my doctors of tooth pain past and tried talking to me while it was clearly impossible for me to respond, not only physically but mentally too. You try saying mein Zahn weh tut with a mouth full of cotton.
After struggling through the new patient forms and checking no to the only 2 words i could decipher, pregnant (schwangere) and diabetes ( diabetes) I pieced together enough of my German to tell the doctor about my mouth woes (Ich habe ein Problem).
As he sat me down in his chair, pried my mouth open and stuck in one of those saliva suckers, I noticed that he didn't have friendly googly eyes on his overhead light. Since i generally hate going to the dentist, I closed my eyes, thought of Italy and waited for it to be over.
Now usually, I trust medical professionals and had no reason not to trust this Zahn doctor but as he's sticking one of his mini drills into my mouth, he says " kein angst" (no worries) and I had no choice but to worry a little and adjust my facial expression from "get this over with" to "i just drank chunky milk".
At least he was consistent with my doctors of tooth pain past and tried talking to me while it was clearly impossible for me to respond, not only physically but mentally too. You try saying mein Zahn weh tut with a mouth full of cotton.
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