What's the point of dentistry, if not to get really good drugs?

I had my very last wisdom tooth yanked today. There was no really compelling reason I _had_ to get it done now, but I figured better now, than try and squeeze in during the post-deployment crush, or even worse, having to wade through the VA bureaucracy. The procedure itself was over quickly and with no complications, but tragedy struck when I got to the pharmacy: I had expected the slip to read "The Good Stuff, as much as his system will handle", NOT "800 MG motrin, every 8 hours". To make matters worse, my profile, instead of reading "2 weeks no labor of any kind, with vodka shots every half hour" said "48 hours light duty". What is the Army coming to? Time was, you went to sick call, you got some benefit out of it! :-P

Gifts.

The time is running out for me to send people presents from Sunny Mesopotamia. Everyone who's sent me stuff who's _not_ related to me, send me your address so I can give you something in return. My email is iconoclast_23 (at) yahoo (dot) com. Act now, citizens!