Wisdom -1

yes ladies and gentlemen, I have lost a wisdom tooth. The general plan was actually for me to get out two, but they cut my gum, dug around for a good twenty minutes, and then gave it up as a bad job. Fun yes? so instead of being half way done with getting all of these molars that I do not need out, I'm only 1/4 of the way done, and am in the same amount of pain as if I had had two out. Luckily I am drugged into something approximating normalcy, although a painful normalcy on Vicodin. Fun right? Not. Considering how much the stoners at my high school raved about these things, I was hoping to be relatively pain free, and maybe a teeny bit buzzed. After almost two hours of oral surgery, I deserved some mind altering. Instead I am still in quite a bit of pain, and can't talk.
On the other hand, at least I am not curled up in a little ball on the bed whimpering in mind numbing pain.
Did you know you can drink about a pint of human blood before you get sick? I'm wondering if I'm finally going to clot, or am going to become ill first.
In other news, I am taking advantage of my free time from anything resembling work to read venus envy. But I really hate dial up. With all my heart. I am so spoiled on ethernet now...
I'm going to stay up until I need to dose myself again, and then try to sleep.