I detect a thread hijack here, which at this point is a relief.
My Dad’s surgeon (nice young lady) was all at the hospital all hours of the day and night. I was too, helping my Dad. At one point she and I were talking and told her that she was at the hospital too much and needed to get a life. She started crying, I felt terrible.
We used to joke as a resident you had to lock up your gonads.
There is no crying in surgery.
Hey how are fearpers like surgeons:
Often wrong, never in doubt.