Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Mr. J still doesn't have mono.

Two weeks ago, Mr. J found out that he was going to need surgery to remove the cyst under his tongue, Karl. The doctor thought he'd removed it all in the office, but sadly was wrong. Surgery was schedule, and lucky for us we got to start our outpatient surgery tradition in style. I met up with Mr. J in the VIP recovery room, where feasted on ice water and graham crackers. (The regular recovery room only has room temperature water and saltines. Suckers!) His lips were swollen, giving him a Jolie inspired "pout". And his tongue was numb, huge and made him talk like Sylvester Stallone. 

If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, here are some fantastic tongue twisters you can ask them to say when they are waking up from surgery.

Unique New York

She sells sea shells by the sea shore.
The shells she sells are surely seashells.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.

Six slippery snails, slid slowly seaward.

Shredded Swiss chesse


GabberYuki said...

yeah an allright day just came to the office from the doctors with my brother. exestentianlism (sp) neato! glad to meet you mate! you into conspiracy theories at all
xo may and tom

Suicidal Jane said...

I am into some conspiracy theories. Some to believe, some to ponder, some to gawk at and others to mock ruthlessly. Glad to meet you as well.