When the
doctors tell you to brace yourself that something is going to happen, it's
almost painful forcing your mind to realize that it's going to have to
accept the pain that is coming.

Ditto that. I'm much worse with the anticipation of pain. I spent the good
part of a night in the emergency room after stepping down off a my workmate
with my full eight onto a nail. The docto r had to pull little bits of
shoe-sole rubber out of my foot. I was stiff as a board waiting for him to
pull that out.

The funny thing about that trip to the ER was that it was about 2:00am and
the police brought some guy into the adjacent room who was drunk and had
apparently driven onto someone's front porch. He was abusive resistive and
apparently handcuffed to gurney.

Sound from the next room:

DR: We need to take of your pants sir.
Patient: You're not taking off my F*ing pants.
Sound effect: Zzzzzzip. (sound of sissors cutting the length of his pants).

I can't say that I have ever heard the term "c*cksucker" used more times in
a ten-minute period in my life.

-s