Monday I got three wisdom teeth extracted. I got out of the chair, groggy from the drugs, and doled out raises to all the nurses. "75% raise for you... nice job. Thanks for everything. And you? 75% raise. Absolutely. No problem at all... it's my pleasure. Please tell the X-Ray technician who's on lunch that she's fired. NO! Just kidding. 75% raise."
People can stop telling me about Dry Socket, by the way. I don't smoke, so I'm not worried. I am only worried about the painkillers running out. I have 5 left. I take em 4 hrs apart. That's 20 hours, but maybe I won't take one in the middle of the night. So that's 24 hrs. It's gonna be really close. I still can't eat anything. Forget singing. I had to push up a session for a TV pilot, and I'm damn glad I did. Fingers crossed on the TV show. And on the No Dry Socket thing.
