The hard iron bar called irony, that is. The irony of toothaches. My sadistic dentist informs me, my wisdom teeth are coming in all wrong and will necessarily need amputation. Poor hypocrite me, I had declared I'd sooner die naturally than go under the knife; now I've given in, to schedule the un-Geneva-convention-ly surgery sometime this summer. I guess I'm just not martyr material. Moderate gum irritation today. This time, I went over to the CVS and looked for otc's. Two choices, benzocaine and eugenol. Went with benzocaine (eugenol label said it wasn't for gums). Hurray for instant pain relief! Hurray for benzocaine! ethyl! 4-amino! BENZoate! yay!