In your typical war movies, a soldier is shot in the gut without realizing it. He carries on, fighting along side his buddies, only to notice something strange: a warm feeling growing across his abdomen. He looks down and sees the blood stain. Looking up at his comrades, he says incredulously, "I've been shot."
The same thing happened to me yesterday when I took my son from the bath, bundled him in a towel and held him close to me. "You're awfully warm this evening, boy," I said.
Looking down, I noticed the stain. It was growing across my abdomen.
"I've been shot."