angry inch?

i'm about 80% sure my iPod is sentient; or at least has some method of bioelectrical communication with my brain.
i'm sitting here trying to recount the time period in 1993(?) surrounding having two of my wisdom teeth removed (inspired by the excruciating painflul reality that one of the remaining two has decided to emerge), and my iPod starts playing "Angry Inch" from Hedwig.
yup- sassy little gadget.

granted, the angry inch busting through my gums isn't anywhere near as dramtic as Hedwig's. there will be no rock operas based on my upcoming oral surgery, but i have to give the iPod a little credit for it's seemingly irreverent relevance.

what i remember most about the first time i had wisdom teeth removed:
1. i was too drugged to write a check afterwards and never paid off the balance of what i owed the marvelous dentist i never met with the amazing experimental painkillers (50% was due up front so he didn't get totally screwed).
2. 4th year vertical studio was my Hare Krishna and Rubenesque Woman phase. I recall Ken finding me staring out the window with a long strand of drool connecting my chin to a sketched cross section of my School for the Blues in Mound Bayou, Mississippi (he sent me home).

...and that's about it. two weeks = two memories.
maybe i slept a lot?