My poor husband had oral surgery today to remove some clogged saliva glands. So while I was gulping down beer at Cubs game (for work!) he was being tortured with 3 huge vials of Novocaine (about 5 shots) and getting 6 stitches in the inside of his lower lip.
I surveyed the damage when I got home and gave him a little sympathy, "poor baby, oh my goodness, how awful" etc etc. Then I asked him if I could take a photo.
I know, I am so sensitive and nurturing.