When I was just a wee lad I went in for what is commonly known in medical parlance as "technical difficulties" and they had to take me apart and put me back together.  I was only 5 at the time so the details are vague but there are two things that clearly stand out.  The first is that I got a Star Wars toy x-wing fighter as soon as I came out surgery and that in my drug-induced haze I played with it all the way home. The second thing is that I was a little bit scared.  Not really scared of the ...