Oral Surgery SUCKS

I'm a big wuss when it comes to being sick.  I just want to be left alone, my wife's pretty good at letting me, which is great for us.  It's even worse when I'm feeling perfectly healthy and my back molar breaks in 2 places, causing me to subject myself to the barbaric practices of the dental industry.  At 10:30 AM, some dental assistant/nurse knocked me out with a poorly placed IV line (It's not supposed to BURN when it's in your arm, Lady, that means you MISSED THE VEIN).  40 minutes later I'm waking up in the office sitting next to my wife, not remembering putting on my sweater or walking to the room I'm currently residing in.  After checking to make sure my pants were still buckled and my zipper was still up (don't trust those dentists, I've seen the Corben Bernson movie), I apparently began repeating questions to my wife, I was stuck in some kind of loop.  Here's how the conversation went (according to her, as I was pretty much still out of it at this time)

Me:  What time is it?
Her:  11:25

Me:  Did they give me my tooth?  (I had apparently asked for it when I was still in the surgery room, even drugged up I'm curious)
Her:  Yes, I have it

Me:  How many Vicodin did they give me in the perscription?
Her:  20
Me:  Good, I can sell the rest for 10 bucks a pop at work, HAHHAAHAHAH (I thought this was hilarious, she......not so much)

Me:  What time is it?
Her:  11:26

You get the picture.....

Now I've got a nice hole in my gum, I can only eat "soft" foods for 24 hours, which means jello, pudding, and milkshakes to me!  My wife's pushing me to eat mashed potatoes, pasta, etc.  To her I say "Good Luck!"

Gotta go, Vicodin buzz is wearing off.  Never played online under the influence of legal narcotics, should be fun tonight!