I know there's a grand tradition of authors cranking out novels while wallowing in a narcotic haze. I just don't see how they pull it off. I'm having problems with my teeth. Again. Looks like I'll be saying goodbye to my last wisdom tooth. Vicodin to the rescue.
Damn, that's good stuff. I can understand how people get hooked on prescription drugs. I only take a vicodin when the pain gets too intense--it's kind of like being stabbed in the side of the head--but there's always that temptation to gobble down a fistful like they're Smarties. The thing is, I can't figure out whether the vicodin actually relieves the pain or just makes me not care about it.
Either way, it's affected my work this week. I have a lot to do, but it's hard to write or do revision when I keep nodding out. Forget about dropping acid like Kesey. I can't even handle vicodin.
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Wisdom teeth, eh? Been there, done that. I had all four of mine out at once. The pain killers really knocked me for a loop, which I was really happy about. I can't remember which kind they were, but they got the job done.
I should have them all pulled at once. This last wisdom tooth seems to be pushing against another tooth that I just had filled and it's causing a lot of pain.
Only thing to do - get them yanked out.
It's coming out, but the earliest appointment I could get is November 13. So I have a couple more weeks of pain and drugs to enjoy. If someone else cancels, I might get in sooner.
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