Actually it's as easy as fallin' orf a log, much easier when yer pi**ed, like.
The hard part is trying to remember which way you are supposed to be going after you are fifteen minutes going with about fifteen others and about twenty years of bein' pi**ed every night all night.
Then of course trying to say something smart-ar*e back to the bright young thing who springs you in-less-than-a-heartbeat when you call up on the ol' two way an' ask for a rundown on the days mustering tasks for everyone - the program that you designed yourself.
Yeah that's hard.
As for the dentist bit, titanium pins that break orf, cows cartilage that won't graft in, an', the $$$$'s, no I won't go there. Wish it was just drive by, like shooting.