Pro tip: asking the victim of an accident 'What the hell did you do?' is NOT an empathetic conversation starter. If that's the best you can muster, I'd advise you to stay silent.

To reposition some free-floating bone fragments, they gave me a short remifentanil/propofol anaesthesia. I was hoping for the Mother Of All Highs. Instead, it was horrible. I now know how Uma Thurman felt when she overdosed in Pulp Fiction.

Shocked journalist to physicist Niels Bohr: 'Professor! A horseshoe hangs at your door!?! You, a Nobel Prize winner, are superstitious???'

Bohr: 'Of course not! But it brings luck also to those who don't believe in it'.

Same thing with heparin ointments.

My blood continues to be full of bacteria despite massive i.v. antibiotics. We added clindamycin despite the risk of C.difficile. Bayesian inference tells me that this will end badly, but I'd be happy to be proven wrong.

Today, I was operated upon in an OR shared by several departments, including aesthetic surgery. No mixup occurred, and I didn't wake up with augmented breasts or something.

My vitals have crashed septically today, so I was rushed to the Zurich ICU by helicopter. I am stable now. If things go sideways, I hope the university won't shut my lab. Nobody else does prions in Switzerland.