On the day that my mom was having a critical surgery, we were in pre-op. I was trying to soak it all in, knowing this could be (but trusting it wouldn't be) goodbye.
In comes the surgeon who I hadn't met at that point. Barely a hello and then, "I do want to make sure you're aware of the potential risks including stroke, kidney failure, blahblahblahblahblah...and death." I don't remember all the dangers he listed, but he saved the doozy for last.
Yes, Man of 1,000 Classes, I understand the risks. I was just here walking the tension between releasing my mom to you and releasing her to the Lord. He's a lot better at this than you are, by the way. But I'm grateful you're good at that surgery part.
What's your worst example of a doctor covering their bum?