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Big concert on campus this evening, and my surgeon du jour has tickets. Not just any concert, but a band that came through last year, and cancelled, rescheduled today. He's set up a tailgate party for his party of 20 in the parking lot ahead of time.

This surgeon is one of those guys used to having his way, and a thorn in the side of our director of anesthesia for over-scheduling, and wrangling in add-on cases, under the half true pretense of it being 'all about the patient.'

So, our anesthesiologist tells us this morning of his plot. He will tell Dr. D'jour, at the latest possible time, that his last patient drank apple juice, and has to be delayed two hours, but he's more than willing to stay to take care of this patient. He deserves an award for his acting, it went perfectly. And Dr. D'jour? "If it's going to be another two hours, I'll cancel and send her home!" Swallows it hook, line, sinker, pole and reel. On the other hand, he does take it in stride when we all break out laughing. Repeatedly.

Scrubbed in, a lot of white noise as usual, music going, I can barely hear the resident dictating notes into the phone, and it sounds so much like a monk chanting, a priest saying mass to himself I have to remind myself it is not.