and boy, did they give!
The dentist (horrible, lying man!) gave me the impression that having my wisdom teeth out wouldn't be that bad... I'd be fine in a day or two.
Then he gave me four gaping holes in my mouth.
Then he gave me inflamed tonsils and several stabs/traumas to my mucosa.
Then he gave himself a three-day weekend with no emergency contact number.
And then... a true gift...
Then the lovely doctor at my family practice walk-in weekend clinic gave me Vicodin. (to replace the Tylenol with Codine that wasn't working... and that I was out of, anyway.)
And I gave the Vicodin to myself every six hours, and it was good (or at least bearable!)
And another true gift... being on the Vicodin gives me days off work (because I am not allowed to be at work if I am taking anything stronger than Tylenol or ibuprofen.)
Really, it is better to give than to receive, and having my wisdom teeth out seems to be the gift that keeps on giving.