“Why are you so quiet? Are you worried about the procedure tomorrow?” I asked M after noticing how little he’d talked throughout the evening.
“Yeah.” he answered mournfully, “I have to have an IV and they are going to put a huge needle in my neck.”
“Well, it could be a lot worse,” I retorted, “you could be having major abdominal surgery and have to go home with a baby to take care of.”
Oh? Was I supposed to be sympathetic? Oops.