Okay. I worked all night Wednesday night at the Funny Farm and stayed up to go to the dentist to get drilled for a crown. Now, Wednesday night at work could've passed for a full moon or an aftermath of a leakage of "crazy gas" into the air vents by the way the patients were acting. We had fist fights, a guy bent on trying to escape, and a lady who carried on a conversation much of the evening with the wall and things were just generally kinda wild.
Sooo, a few hours before my dental appointment I took a Klonopin so I would be nice and relaxed by the time my time for "the chair" rolled around. Okay, right before I pulled out of the parking deck at work I also took a pain pill so it would kick in by the time I got there. Nevertheless, neither of these are strong enough for me to have done anything to have caused any injury.
Why then, when I got home and the Marcaine wore off did I feel like I still had a fat lip? That's because I DID and still do have said fat lip. What the heck were they doing to me to bust my lip? I LOOK LIKE I'm a casualty of the shenanigans that went on at the psych unit! I guess that's the story I can go with to see if I can garner some kind of sympathy for a day or two, but somehow I doubt it. Wow, I've been awake way too long now, it's time for a nap. Later y'all.