You have somehow carved your patient's brain like it was a jack-o-lantern. You've gotta stop mentally reviewing your vacation slides during surgery. Something tells us you won't have the chance to repeat your mistake.
You have just gotten out of your eight-year residency program and are working the nightshift. Like…every nightshift. What was it like having a social life? Didn't you used to have a few of those…"friend" things?
You are now head of the Department of Neurological Surgery. You are getting your academic papers published and life is good. So is the new sports car.
You have touched hundreds of famous brains. They name a new institute after you that comes with a parking spot in front.
You have discovered the cure for a terrible neurological disease that caused the patient's brain to expand until hitting the skull. Millions of people are now healthy and no longer at risk. It's given you a big head, which has a certain irony.