Friday, August 02, 2002
 

The wisdom tooth is out, though he ("he" being the unnaturally peppy doctor, who looked about my age-- and, apparently, my age is 12 [see posting 7/30/02]) said it was unusually hard to extract (of course). It had come in at a weird angle, and the root was twisted. They let me look at it, and it was a huge sucker. Unfortunately, I didn't get to keep it. It would have looked lovely on a necklace, or perhaps framed and displayed over the fireplace in my apartment.

While I was waiting, a guy who'd had something done last week came in and asked for a refill on his pain pills. He said his girlfriend had picked them up for him at the pharmacy and that his mouth hurt so much that he was already out of pills (he said he was taking two at a time-- two of what, one wonders?). The receptionist acted suspicious, and then the guy's girlfriend came in and asked him to come outside. They proceeded to have a ten-minute screaming fight in the parking lot; let's just say that this lady was none too stable. The waiting room consensus (besides that this was some serious entertainment; everyone was gawking) was that she had taken all the pain pills, which was why the guy had run out so soon. She finally drove off, jerking around erratically and barely getting out of the parking lot. They did refill the prescription, which was, in my view, a mistake (and the doctor, who I was with at the time, clearly though there was misuse of meds involved), but I guess they don't want to get sued for denying treatment or something. They gave me Darvocet, which I doubt has a terribly high street value. I was hoping for Xanax or Lortab, which would have given me a couple months' rent. Sigh.

In the meantime, it's tax-free shopping weekend, so I'm staying indoors and eating my ice cream.

Elvisette philosophized at 1:17 PM