It’s Saturday the 27th; Abby’s been back from our R&R trip to Paris and Brussels for six days, while I continued on to London. I was supposed to return home tonight, but I’ve had to extend my trip four more days so I can complete my dental treatment – part of my trip being a visit to the U.S. Embassy-recommended dentist here to fix the problems that have baffled the Albanian dentists. It turns out that I have a fractured tooth. The fracture is not actually visible in the x-rays, but the dentist figured it out based on my description of the symptoms and some judicious (but painful) prodding. When I bite on something – a nut, say, or a dental tool – the various pieces of tooth shift and put pressure on the pulp.
The dentist has put a band around the tooth to hold it together and to see what happens: if the band alone resolves the symptoms, he’ll measure my tooth for a crown on Monday and fit the crown on Wednesday. If it doesn’t, however, then I’ll need to have a root canal on Tuesday. More about the whole trip, including photographs and gory dental details, when I return to Tirana.
A few days before we left for the R&R, I found out that I had been chosen to be the voice of Tuborg beer in Albania. It turns out that I’d been pronouncing the name as “Teuborg” – or, in the Albanian spelling, “Tyborg”, since the y in Albanian is pronounced as “ieux” in French. Appropriately corrected, I recorded the final version for “Tooborg” on Thursday the 18th, in exchange for which I received a 12-pack of Tuborg and six mugs with the product’s logo. I asked if I would be paid, but the account exec tautologically explained that he wasn’t going to pay me since I’m not a professional voice-over actor. Neat trick, isn’t it?