Job had his wisdom teeth out today. I went into
severe mother-hen mode, although he was far too groggy to be embarrassed by me. I think that this picture is kind of cool, although blurry. That's gauze in his mouth. I guess I should have taken one before we rinsed all the blood out, for maximum dramatic effect, but there you have it. He couldn't open very wide, what with all the swelling. We had to sit in the waiting room for an hour so that the drugs they gave him could set in. I think the people around us may have thought he was either drunk or mentally challenged, since he started to slur his speech and had trouble reading. He repeatedly picked up a Macleans magazine to read it, looked at couple of pictures, started talking to me and dropped the magazine, having forgotten he was holding it. Whenever I tried to take it to put it back on the coffee table, he exclaimed, frustrated, "I was reading that!" and the whole process began again. Poor guy. I would have laughed hysterically if I wasn't so worried. Anyway, he's asleep now, full of Tylenol 3. Whew. What a day.
These are the teeth they removed. You may be thinking to yourself, "there are five teeth here, and the average human being has only four wisdom teeth." You would be right. If you look closely, you may be able to see that there are in fact four teeth, and one has been cut in half. I guess this was the one he "felt." Job didn't want to keep them, but I asked them to anyway, since I think it would be a great way to torture our kids: "Here's what will happen if you don't brush your teeth!
I've decided to introduce my coffee cup collection to this blog. Now that I read that, it seems very little-old-lady of me and sort of boring. I hate coffee cup
sets. We have one set of cups that came with our
kitchen starter set from IKEA, and those hold only water or paint thinner for craft purposes.
I started my love affair with coffee cups when I lived overseas. My family lived in Cyprus for 4 years, and we travelled a lot around the Middle East and Europe, since we were right there. I bought a souvenir mug in every place I visited, and I just continued buying mugs when I moved back to Canada. I've long since run out of storage space, but that hasn't stopped me yet. Our grocery store occasionally sells fun, colourful mugs of interesting shapes for a couple of dollars, so those are in here too. They don't all have a story or a great deal of meaning, but I love all the colour and the choice. My favourite part of morning coffee/tea is picking the mug I'm in the mood for. Today was a double-size robin's-egg-blue mug full of
Murchie's Empress Afternoon Blend tea. The mug was a gift from Karen, my best friend who recently moved away. I'm going to be her bridesmaid in August. The tea was introduced to me by my boss/professor/mentor, who is a tea afficionado (at least compared to me) and once said, with such shock that I thought she might fire me on the spot, "You haven't been to
Murchie's???" Thanks, Dr. J. When I get a new mug (or get misty-eyed about a current one), I will post a picture and share, whether anyone cares or not!
Sock is progressing (Job got to rent whatever he wanted, so I'm knitting
Taken, which is actually quite interesting and has already made me muck up a couple of yarnovers!).
