Surgeons seem to have the people skills, I guess, of, well, surgeons.
Deron Bauman, human nature : clusterflock.
Sounds about right. I’m grateful to the surgeon who cleaned my abdomen out and sewed me back together when my appendix burst. However, I quite literally woke up from surgery to him yelling at me, complaining about something to do with my body that I can’t recall from that groggy state. Later, between non-empathetic moments, he would reveal to me that my appendix was not where it was usually found within people, that it was somewhere around and behind something. And I have to say, part of me was secretly tickled that my body had the foresight to arrange my internal organs thusly, to vex a man who probably was never improving any of his other patients’ days through his bedside mannerless-ness.
