I met up with a very nice surgeon today, who ended up being an ex Israeli soldier. He explained the procedure I'll be going through, and we quickly bonded around our common past as soldiers. When I admitted to not have much of a fighting history, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. No more gentle and calming words. It was time for me to learn the meaning of pain.
Not that I'm gonna learn anything; The sight of of the needle alone is enough to put me under for a long time.