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

[chaotic_nipple]

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

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[(Anonymous)]

Ever see the TV series "House," by any chance? The way this thread is going I figure someone might have this particular line of dialogue memorized:
Dr. Gregory House [addressing patients at the clinic]:"...But not to worry, because for most of you, this job could be done by a monkey with a bottle of Motrin. Speaking of which, if you're particularly annoying, you may see me reach for this: this is Vicodin. This is mine! You can't have any! And no, I do not have a pain management problem, I have a pain problem... but who knows? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm too *stoned* to tell. So, who wants me?" [Nobody moves] "Who would rather wait for one of the other two guys?" [Everybody's hand goes up]

-Troy Z

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I'm going to have to watch that show when I get back.