So the oral surgeon's office apparently screwed up. They told Jim his surgery was today, but his doctor doesn't work Tuesdays and, unbeknownst to us, moved the appointment to Thursday.
On the upside, now I don't feel so guilty about having to work tonight. On the downside? Two more days to look forward to the tooth-extraction extravaganza. Lovely.
At least Jim can use the extra time to force-feed himself extra doses of pineapple. It's something do do with enzymes reducing swelling, I think? That, or a self-serving practical joke by the Dole people.