In the year 98 or 99 I had an easy operation under local anesthesia. Before the operation, I did some type of injection (it seemed to be about atropine) so that I wasn’t afraid. When the injection worked, my head went round like a solid portion of alcohol and I really got all the pofig. In the operating room they were told to dress naked, and there are nurses, including youngsters. I have an injection! Away with doubt! I lay down on the operating table, made a local anesthesia and, as I started the operation, the surgeons asked me to tell something, apparently in order to monitor the patient’s condition. I have an injection! And I didn’t come up with anything better than telling all the time, while the operation was going (about half an hour), jokes about bad doctors.