I had two more wisdom teeth (I only got three; the fourth one is still lurking in my jaw and doesn't want to break through the gum, and I'm not about to ask someone to go in there digging) to be removed. The first one was rotated 180° from what it should have been. Then the crown broke off, so he had to get creative. (It was not quite as gnarly as the one above it had been, but it was getting close. Just hadn't started disintegrating yet.) The second one was two fun things at once: one or more of its roots was into my sinus cavity! Woo! And it also had three roots! That one involved some more digging than the first one. The dentist was making commentary on this, then he realized that he was babbling. "I talk too much," he said, and shut up. I would have pouted had my mouth been available to do so; I like hearing the technical details of something that's going on with my body.
I got out of there, to the pharmacy, to home, and walked back to the pharmacy before the injections started wearing off. Thankfully, I'd had some foresight, and started in on the prescription from last time before walking to the pharmacy to pick up this prescription.
Some general silliness followed, with me being stoned on pain meds in IRC, and also being stoned on pain meds in suggestions. Fortunately, me being stoned on pain meds in suggestions is far less overt than me being stoned on pain meds in channel.
The evening is now coming to an agreeable close what with the chaos and confusion incurred when someone forgets who the maintainer is before flaming away in a community.
Tomorrow, I shall have my Trainee do the paperwork, and I shall observe. This might just slightly coincide with the fact that tomorrow I will still be in need of serious prescription painkillers. I haven't got the sides of my face all swollen up, though. I feel rather better than I otherwise might. I'm so walking to work. Not going to be driving. I probably *could* drive; I probably *shouldn't*.