The truth is surgery has a terrible time clock, and doesn't respect time in any way. Things happen good and bad that alter the "clock" and have things start and end when they weren't supposed to, or expected. It's just the way it is, and everyone around us is supposed to know that, honor that and just bear with it. But still, it never feels quite right.
And so it begins again. My absolute and complete love-hate relationship with the discipline, or lack thereof, of surgery. We cannot escape the barber-istic past. So let the anesthesia begin.
Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness. 
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