For some reason, every time I see a doctor, it’s crazy town in the waiting room. Last week, when I had my surgical consult, after a series of absurd events, a girl walked wearing a tiara. Because why not? So I decided if I was getting my gallbladder out, I was at least going to look fun doing it. I officially crown myself (with a dollar store tiara purchased to wear while watching Miss America pageants) the Queen of Surgery!