WHEEEEE....Today, I took a Vicodin before I left for work. With it, we shouldn't operate heavy equipment but I made it safely to work on that back roads at 4:40am. It's not that I'm an addict, it's just that I'm in the agonizing process of serious dental work. Ugh! I've had 4 crowns pulled/sawed/yanked off, then a root canal, and I'm now wearing the temporary crowns...blah blah blah. Incidentally these 4 crowns are separate from the 3 crowns that were knocked out of my mouth by a horse hoof before Christmas. My co workers always have my back and don't notice any difference in my somewhat addled state, as they're used to the outcomes of all the trauma I've endured to my head. I'm wondering if one Vicodin is really enough...hmmmm...