I did this because boss Steve Patterson was getting tired of me crying and moaning as if Elvis had died all over again. At noon that day, I rolled into the offices of Dr. T.V. Longbotham of Monahans, who after appropriate technological and scientific examinations determined that in fact I had a tooth ache. He gave me a shot for the pain. He gave me the prescriptions and said he expected me to see an oral surgeon for the problem which can be rectified as soon as the antibiotics get rid of the infection, which he promises, eventually will happen. The culprit is a wisdom tooth.
Wisdom is pain.