Sleep is for the dead

I have been writing a couple of other posts that unfortunately remain unfinished. For now, here is what I have done during the past 30 hours:

Got up early yesterday morning and headed with Nate and Elaine to Bisbee. Drove around an extra half an hour trying to find "that one breakfast place we went to last time." Finally found it near Naco (San Jose hotel and restaurant FYI). Bisbee, awesome as usual and a beautiful day. Elaine puked on the way there. She had her wisdom teeth removed on Thursday.

Back to Tucson by 3 o'clock to make the Tucson Ultimate league tournament. WOn the first game, barely. Won the second game handily (against team nemesis Irish Car Bombs - top ranked team in the league). Lost the third game embarrassingly. A good time, though, and an excuse to run for 5 hours.

Up early this morning for surgery. Our patient today had bladder cancer, so we removed her bladder, urethra, and part of her rectus muscle, along with redirecting her ureters into a new bladder we made from the terminal ileum and proximal colon, minus the appendix. After all the running last night, I tied a personal surgery time record of 12 hours in the operating room.

Straight from the OR to City Limits for the Muse concert tonight. If you haven't heard this band, you should check them out. We have been affectionately calling them Fake Radiohead for months, and the Tucson Weekly says this...

"British trio Muse combines the paranoia of Radiohead, the vocal stylings of Thom Yorke and the dramatic flair and sonic layering of Radiohead. So basically they're sort of like Radiohead, but they're not."

Awesome show in a crappy venue (stay away from City Limits). My ears are still ringing, and I don't know if I will be able to walk tomorrow. I have to be at the hospital and help remove a prostate at seven in the morning.