Twenty hours of labour with a 10lb 3oz baby the wrong way round and clearly stuck with just a Paracetamol for pain relief? No problem. You want to inject local anesthetic several times just a millimetre from my eye? I won't even flinch. A painless MRI scan? I'll hyperventilate and then cry like you've just told… Continue reading January 2016 – where my wussiness reaches new levels.