I'm getting my wisdom teeth out . . .

so, SC, you're sending me your leftover percs, right?

 

You're assuming there will be leftovers . . .

 

But, SC, the way I see it is that I have no control over whether this whole thing goes well or not. So why lose sleep over it?

Que sera sera, or whatever.

My biggest worry is that, if past history is any indication, I lose 99% of my inhibitions when I'm knocked out. Last time I was knocked out for a medical procedure, when I came to, I started making dick jokes to the nurse.

 

That's awesome.

 

I just want to add that I was soooooo worried about getting my teeth taken out.

It turned out to be incredibly overrated. I never hurt at any point. Never so much as a twinge. Three of my teeth were "impacted," too.

It's not a big deal.

 

Yeah, not a big deal. Why, when I got mine out, once the dentist grabbed the big pliers, put his foot on my chin and pulled, it was like nothing at all!

 

I had mine out by a Marine Corps "dentist." He used, what I think, were pliers and a machete.

 

when they ask you if you want vicodin or percocet, choose "all of the above."

 

Some of you are sooooooooooooooooo Dead. To. Me!!!!!

Anyway, my teeth are going. My bottom left jaw is killing me. I just took two pills from the bottle they gave me, and I'm going to bed.

 

Your teeth are "going"

aren't they already gone?

 

Gone, dammit! Fucking drugs.

I still can't feel by bottom lip, and they told me to eat something before I took the pain pills. NOT POSSIBLE!!!!!!