He took nine samples of my cancer in the lung. He says "Open your mouth," and gave me a couple squirts, and oh my God. I said the dentists would go nuts for this. It numbs it right away. He walks around there and he's got needles that long, no, longer than that, about like that. I thought, he's not going to stick that in my arm, is he? They stop the IV and put it in a tube. I thought, oh my God, I didn't want to look at him but I had to keep sneaking a look to see what the guy was gonna do. Then he asked how I was feeling. I said I imagine I'm about a hair away from la-la-land, which I was.