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Dear Diary,
I thought throwing things at work had gone the way of the lime-green leisure suit, but today proved me wrong.
A surgeon got seriously ruffled when he had to sign a new informed consent. With the CRNA and the scrub tech in the OR (and me watching through the window), he hurled a marking pen across the room. It hit the ceiling and exploded, sprinkling ink on the wall, the floor and even the sterile field. Were we dealing with a five-year-old?
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