Well, here we go...

If you don't want to watch Doctors feeling your wife up, make sure she doesn't get breast cancer, cause that is gonna happen and you will sit there going, "this is odd, and why am I aroused?"

Death scenarios are natural... fantasies are really not. 

The whole advanced directive thing is something you need to Google.

You meet many people in a waiting room... not alway at their best, but all bonded by the sulkiness of their circumstance. 

She is gonna be okay. 

There's a guy snoring... seriously, WTF!  I hope he gets bad news, he's ruining it for everyone.

(I'm joking, pulling for you, chubby narcoleptic!) 

I would kill for a private bathroom right now... thanks Hospital Coffee! 

She is gonna be okay. 

Maybe there is a God. Hope he/she is not cruel and vindictive, like the one in the Old Testament. 

Wonder what the new boobs will look like. Maybe I should Google that and...

OMG! NOOOOOOO !!!!!!!

Angelina Jolie, not so bad. Okay... Gonna be fine. 

Shit, what if she meets someone else?  

Don't be a sexist jerk... you need to start working out more. 

Fuck, please, be okay. 

Just that one.  Over and over again.