I was called in the evening to assist a surgeon who was doing a gall bladder. He was a surgeon who was not on active staff at that hospital so was forced to do his routine surgery at odd hours and possibly less convenient. Anyway I was ready. He was chatty and cheerful throughout the procedure and in those days gall bladder surgery was done, by most, through a mighty incision, so there was ample room for the junior intern to display his skills at tie and snip during the closure. As I was doing so well as we were closing the incision he complemented me on my assistance and inquired about my aspirations. I told him I was a junior intern and hadn't decided yet. He became abruptly cross, his demeanor changed and he said, "I don't work with only junior interns. I need a senior intern to help me close the rest of the incision"
We sat by the surgical table for fifteen minutes while the senior intern on call got out of bed and assisted him for the last few minutes of the closure.
A pointless point was made. The occasional surgeon, surgical time sloughed off to the night by hospital booking and only provided for by a junior intern. A Rodney Dangerfield moment for him. All my practise on the bedpost and new bride underwhelmed. Renewed lessons on status of who you are, who he was, and twisted reality. An anesthetized patient no longer a part of things.
Now myself , having a practice of medicine for fifty years from that time, a well deserved humility fueling self observation began then. Humble Pie provides all the continuing necessary calories needed for us surgical beings.