Sunday, January 30, 2005

How To Keep A Monkey Down

Percoset works wonders.

The Monkey got his wisdom teeth taken out on Friday. He thought he was going to have three taken out, but they only removed two.

He thought he was going to die. Or be paralyzed. Or drool for life.

Instead, he whined until I gave up and let him have the damn pills. I'm not too accommodating about these kinds of things, but the poor man was in pain...

It was kind of nice having him confined to bed for the weekend. No bitching, no crying, no complaining. Just a lot of thankfulness (who doesn't love Mac N Cheese?) and droopy eyelids from lovely oxycodone.

Too bad he only has thirty-something teeth left. I could get used to this.


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