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I come across the testosterone challenged often during my tours of the wards,,,one young tough rebel man kept blurting out ---" No doc, there's nothin' w'ong wit me, lemme outta here, why yous gotta me strapped ta the bed doc, I can walk outta here,,,"
I try to be as sensitive as I can to these headstrong tough guys ---"Now hold on young fella, just hold still while I staple the top of your cranium to the blob of lard you call a brain",,,,looking at the orderly "2 units of tranquilizer in a drip to suppress the meth enhanced ego and stop this moron from thinking he's an SS stormtrooper or Viking beserker" orderly chuckles "Good call doc, straight away" looking back at my patient "OK Adolf my boy, soon you will be sinking into a peaceful sleep where you will be dreaming of being painted blue and carrying a battle axe and entering the hallowed halls of Valhalla, but now you are in an emergency ward full of suffering and crying people and their families and these people are the only things they have and hold blessed, not some ideological spook, so STFU.