Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Either The Morphine Kills Him Or The Pain Does

15 August:

4am
- dream that I've already come home from wisdom teeth surgery
- wake up
- pee

9am
- wake up
- shower

10:30am
- get these motherfucking teeth out
("dangling conversation" was playing in the waiting room while I was waiting to go under, so I knew it would be fine)

11:30am
- wake up with gauze in my mouth
- repeatedly say "I coulda been a contender"

noon
- take an oxycodone
- take first nap

3pm
- take another nap

6:30pm
- another oxycodone
- another nap

8pm
- watch "House" with mom
- watch House, MD abuse morphine


Don't worry, guys. House and I can stop whenever we want.
And what else? They asked if I wanted to keep the teeth! "Yes," I told them. "Yes!"

4 Comments:

Blogger kat said...

you got to keep your teeth? awesome.

we'll come visit you tomorrow if you feel like it. Let us know if you don't.

11:31 PM  
Blogger Dollar Boner said...

that is awesome. they put my teeth in a paper cup. i still have it. now i'm gonna watch that video.

12:23 AM  
Blogger Jenna Bean said...

You should always keep the teeth...did the tooth fairy come by any chance?

12:29 AM  
Blogger Matt said...

Are you at all jealous of House who gets Vicodin while you only get Oxycodone?

1:15 PM  

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