Got my flu shot last Friday. Now I don't want to be a wuss about it or nothing but it does take a certain level of mental preparedness to get a shot. And it didn't help that the lady administering the shot had the wrong needle on it. So she had to go and come back and re-swab my arm. So twice I had to brace myself. (Well not really brace, that kinda sounds like I tensed up and the trick is to keep relaxed while someone lances you.) But this is not what I meant by "first line of defense."
The other night I was woken from a deep sleep by someone hovering over me. Not literally. I mean her feet were on the ground at all times but she was leaning over me really closely. In my frightened and disoriented state all I could do was curse at her. I'm not going to get into what I said but it rhymes with 4Q. Imagine my disappointment. I mean, I immediately discovered it was my girlfriend so there was no danger. But still, my first line of defense against a home invasion is 4Q? 4Q home invader. 4Q.