One less tooth

I had the last of my four wisdom teeth removed today. It was remarkably un-traumatic, as the dental surgeon was not shy with the anaesthetic. I'm simply missing the half-hour in which it happened from my memory. My face remembers, though, and I happily have a prescription for generic Vicodin. For such a controversial substance, I really don't see what the big deal is... unless the junkies out there are hooked on really good afternoon naps.