Oh, it was hard to not lose it. Half the time I don't pay attention to what's being said. My fingers know where they need to go, so I don't have to concentrate. So I'm sitting there daydreaming, thinking, oh, man, I can't believe I have to do a medical mal. These things are so boring. I hate all these medical terms. Hey, it looks like a pretty nice day today. I hope I'm not here long. Maybe after work I can . . . Wait a minute. Did he just say dog? This is medical mal. Why did he say dog? I better pay attention. Then he gave that answer. I know I froze. My fingers stopped moving and my mouth flung open. I looked at all the other staff to see if I heard right. The eyes of every staff member there were on me. They said my face got beat red. I just glared at the doctor. I had used every ounce of restraint I could muster to hold back. I kept thinking, you have a family to take care of, Beth. Don't lose your job. Hold back. So I did. I blinked away the tears and went back to work. But if looks could kill, that doctor would not have walked out of that courtroom!!!!