On Thursday, Brenda and I went to the dentist. I was nervous going in because I hadn't been to the dentist since I was in college. When I arrived I was greeted by a very friendly receptionist who, it seemed, was the same woman that I had spoken with on the phone when I set up our appointments. Speaking in a foreign language over the phone is about ten thousand times harder than speaking in person. You don't get any of those handy non-verbal cues (i.e. facial expressions, gestures, etc.) to help you along. The receptionist had been very sweet on the phone, if not a bit giggly at all of my mistakes, and was just as nice in person. She led me into an examination room, plopped me down in a dentist's chair and had me start filling out forms that were, of course, in German. I did alright on the forms. I guessed at the meaning of a few words but I think I got the general idea of most of the questions. There was one question, though, that confused me. I asked for clarification and the kind receptionist explained that it was asking if I wanted a local anesthetic. As I was trying to figure out how to say in German "If you're going to pull out all of my teeth, then yes, I would like an anesthetic." the receptionist said I wouldn't have to worry about it today.
The dentist arrived a few minutes later. She is a nice woman in her late 30s or early 40s with a very calm demeanor. She looked over my forms, asked me a few questions and then began poking around in my mouth. I half expected her to gasp in horror and ask me how long it'd been since I'd last seen a dentist. To my surprise, however, she said that things looked pretty good and she'd like to take some x-rays. The x-rays indicated that I had two little cavities forming that needed to be filled. Other than that I was good to go. We made an appointment to take care of my cavities and then it was Brenda's turn. I was relieved to say the least.
After our appointments, Brenda suggested we check out the stands set-up in downtown Frankfurt in honor of Swedish Week. We stopped off at a stand for some piping hot Glögg (I also tried a sample of some meat I think was reindeer) and then we walked around checking out the other 8-10 stands. We soon realized that Swedish Week could probably be renamed Ikea Week seeing as most of the stands were sponsored by Ikea. There was a band playing (presumably a Swedish band), as well. We stopped and listened for a few moments and quickly realized the song they were singing was in English. Of course it was.
Well, you are once again up to speed on our exciting lives. I hope you all have a wonderful week and I look forward to reporting in next week with filled cavities. Until then, Tschüss!

