So... Royal Adelaide Hospital rings me yesterday (actually it was a very nice lady named Lisa who called, not, you know, the building) to give me the dates for my radio therapy treatment which starts in a few weeks.

After we get the pesky admin details out of the way, Lisa asks if I have any questions.

"Well, I'm glad you asked," says I. "What do you suppose the chances are of the radiation machine being hit by lightning while I'm under it?"

"Oh, my goodness, no!" Lovely Lisa hurries to assure me. "Our machines out perfectly safe! Besides, they're in the basement. So that would never happen!"

"Oh," says I, rather disapointed. "What's the good of that?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's a well-documented fact, you know, that you only get superpowers when lightning hits whatever happens be irradiating you at the time. How am I ever going to a decent superpower, if you've gone and put the damned radiation machine in the basement and shielded the bloody thing from the elements? Sheez!"

There is a long silence followed by a small voice...

"You know... I don't think we've ever had a patient like you before..."

ROFL!