Grrr. I don't know what it is about me, but when someone wakes me up out of sleep I'm usually very angry and hostile.
I just worked most of last night and came home early this AM. I fell peacefully asleep and was trying to catch some sleep when some wander Jehoveh's Witnesses came by to try and get me to take their magazine.
I could have been a little nicer, but sorry folks -that's the price you pay for knocking on my door sometimes.

FIrst entry:
F*CK, gotta whack off the arm and entire shoulder up to the neck of a fellow surgeon, for some cancer operation that went awry at another hospital. This is giving me major angst/identification issues and I don't like i -it's too painful. I just hope it's not in vain and they live for more than 5 years.
    Some other guy whose arm I had to whack off for cancer came in today for a follow up visit. Awesome guy, former guitar player (I still play bass, so this too is way to close for comfort), has 2 kids now has major problems with wife. She's drinking dailey and is prolly' going to dump him after said amputation above his elbow.
I need some one to remind me again why I chose this f*cking career. 10 year old girls and boys with leg tumors give me nightmares. Sometimes I just wished I worked as a painter or had some other job like that.