Waiting nonchalantly

So there I am, down to my boxers in a room with 3 women, 2 of whom are dressed as nurses. Sounds like a dream come true doesn't it, except that the 3rd woman is wearing what looks like a welders mask and is waving a scalpel at my groin. Luckily, she saw fit to stab me in said groin with a syringe full of anesthetic before proceeding to rob me of 4 mm of flesh. Luckier still, she took the flesh from my thigh and not from my willy - I don't know what I'd do if she cut off half my willy. Only joking, 4 mm wouldn't be half ........... it would only have been a third; they don't call me Big Bob for nothing  :-).

Now I have to wait for the results. That's the bit I don't like. I can deal with the results, it's the waiting/not knowing that is a right royal pain in the ass.