Olychick, I've been there too. I was given a choice and the description made me think it was totally doable. Not only did it hurt more than I thought it would (I had to keep telling the Doc, "I can still feel it", so he'd give me more LaLa). On top of that, I didn't like all the thoughts swimming around in my brain. Never again!

Annie when I was a child we lived near Lake Michigan and the town had a public beach--with a wood see-saw and a metal slide. I remember being dragged to the beach one day by Grandma along with younger cousin. Grandma let us play a while until I climbed to the top of the metal slide and refused ( wisely) to go down. Grandma was furious and we all argued until cousin called Grandma a 'slave driver'. I don't remember if I was forced to slide down. To this day I don't understand why I wasn't allowed to back down the steps. But we all remember Michael calling Grandma a Slave Driver.

nicole -- "And a one, and a two..." (DH lived just down the block from the maestro, back in the day. The family seemed normal. No accents.)

And you may choose to watch it - when you have time. o j