So what is it with doctors who won't give pain medication?
I had my last wisdom tooth out today. Now I love my dentist. I do. I finally found one (recommended by the Other Liberal Professor) who plays NPR rather than Christian Rock in his waiting room and who is smart and careful and who doesn't treat me like an idiot and on top of that he just graduated his youngest child with a master's in geology, so that's fun to talk about --
He yanks out my wisdom tooth. So Ow, can I say.
It's got a root on it THIS long.
And he says, "You won't need pain medication."
I say, "Uh."
"Tylenol will get you through," he says.
I say, "Well, are you sure? Because I really don't handle pain well."
He says, "Just double Tylenol with Motrin. You'll be fine."
So now I'm home and the Novacaine is wearing off and can I just say OW again?
(But this, OTOH, cheered me up to no end:
Via the White Bear:
(And go read this post over at Bear's place, btw: it's fucking brilliant:
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