Too young. Too stupid. Too uncapable of being a neurosurgeon at 17. Maybe they're right. I've been surrounded by the sound of monitors, breath ventilators, and the call of patients 'time of death' ever since I was born. I was born to use a scalpel, I've never known anything else. Never felt anything besides the tiredness of an eight hour long hemifacial spasm corrective surgery, never known the love or affection of another person really.