Medicorama!

I have a friend who has allowed me to join them when they go to get their testosterone pellets implanted.
3 times now.

It's a fabulous procedure that involves local anasthetic, scissor-things to open the cut in the skin, punchy tube-things that they push into the muscle, and stick-things that they use to tamp the pellets (as you would with shot in old guns/muskets).

The first time I went, I tried to not get in the way and consequently didn't see much.
When the staff explained, on the 2nd visit, that it's not for the squeamish and that I may faint, my friend told them not to worry 'cos "...she's a bit weird".
Now I've been a 3rd time I probably should stop going along.
I think the staff are a bit suss on me. They were talking about Sadism.
If I go along another time it's just gonna be plain odd.

In good news (sorta): I resisted the impulse to lift much medical equipment while they were out of the room!

In related-ish news: there's a stall at the Rozelle markets that has old dental tools for sale. Mirrors on sticks, clampy scissor-things, scraping tools. Oh boy.
I don't have a dentist-fear-thing happening myself - but imagine the head-fuck possibilities in a scene with someone who did!