It was starting to hurt. She made the appointment while gritting her teeth. Three weeks later, after a lengthy wait in reception, a smirking medical assistant escorted her to an examination room. Of course, a man who checked in after her had been seen sooner. She sat, seething, on the narrow table. The doctor wagged his finger and declared, “You really should have come in sooner.” Using sharp steel tools, he extracted the chip lodged in her right shoulder and set it carefully atop her left. The emotion she experienced thereafter was not relief, but dismay over the absence of throbbing.