So, this happened.
My husband works at a machine shop, and earlier this week he had an "industrial accident." This is a polite way of saying "trust me, it's gruesome and you don’t want me to describe it." At some point during the 7 hours in the ER, the doctor came in to stitch up what he could.
My husband does not like pain or needles. As the stitching went on, I was talking to him, trying to keep him as distracted as possible. Eventually...
*doctor, who has paused the stitching to talk to assisting med student, suddenly starts again. husband jumps and hisses*
Doctor: Did that hurt?
Husband: Not really. I just want some warning when you're going to put a lot of holes in me.
Me: Um...
Husband: *glares at me* Don't you say it.
Me: Well, you know...
Husband: *laughs* Stop trying to cheer me up!
He knew I was going to say something to the effect of "there's already lots of holes in you." At least he laughed for a minute.
BTW, hubby is doing OK, has not broken any bones or lost any fingers, and gets at least a week off work. Looking on the positive side here. :-)