So yesterday (Anzac Day) I became increasingly aware that I had something going on in my jaw. By late in the evening I had become convinced I had a crack in a molar and when I was presenting at a symposium this morning I told everyone there I would be regretfully leaving in the afternoon ie before it was all over, to go to a dentist and have it seen to. Well, I did go in the afternoon and I went to a dentist in Collins St where I was told that actually it wasn't a crack it was an infection and it was around a wisdom tooth that I should have extracted. I wasn't ready to do that there and then so I guess I have not really done much more than perpetuate the inevitable but I really will have to put a few days aside to get the tooth out I think and deal with Perry, work things etc. As I said to the dentist, there's never a good time but next week for instance is really a really bad time. But I suppose the week after probably would be too...
I don't know what the cartoon above is signifying. I cannot imagine what that man has in that box (it doesn't help that there is obviously something written on it which was possibly not legible even in the original - which was much smaller than this). It's from the Sydney Sun 11 March 1945, p. 4 and perhaps it has something to do with rationing or... jeez I don't have the slightest clue what it could be about. But I am very very tired (slept about four hours last night) and... does it say capstans? Is he going to pay the dentist in cigarettes? But why the dentist particularly? Why is everyone else looking at him/the box?
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