I'm a big wuss when it comes to being sick. I just want to be left alone, my wife's pretty good at letting me, which is great for us. It's even worse when I'm feeling perfectly healthy and my back molar breaks in 2 places, causing me to subject myself to the barbaric practices of the dental industry. At 10:30 AM, some dental assistant/nurse knocked me out with a poorly placed IV line (It's not supposed to BURN when it's in your arm, Lady, that means you MISSED THE VEIN). 40 minutes later I'm waking up in the office sitting next to my wife, not remembering putting on my sweater or walking t