Nervous, revisited

Yes, I'm not too macho to admit that going under the knife scares the hell out of me. I would rather go into combat, drop into a smoking, blazing hot LZ than lay down on a table and let a 55 year old man slice open my neck and pull out some discs from my spine, then screw some titanium to my spine and zap it with electricity for 4 hours a day to stimulate bone regrowth. WooHoo!! I pray every day, but more so these days....