Allegro Tempestoso

After a lot of physical suffering and mental wrangling, you've decided on a surgeon who will operate on your heart. You've done your internet research and asked your friends for recommendations. You've made your choice and your diligence paid off. You are comfortable with this person. Or so you think.
After a tempestuous night, you wait for the surgeon in the pre-op area morning before surgery. Suddenly a thought comes to you. Who my surgeon really is? Is he a good person? How is he treating his wife? Is he good to his children? Is there any drama, any distraction in his life which would impair his decision-making during this doubtlessly complex surgery? What about the possibility, that his wife just told him she is leaving and blindsided him? What about him just finding out from his physician that his chest X-ray showed a tumor and now he, the doctor, will need a biopsy?
The surgeon comes, smiles and asks for any questions you have. He looks good, sounds confident and you are relieved. But then you remember that your friend, a nurse in the operating room, told you all these stories about drama and things which happen during the surgery. Does he scream? Curse? Throw the instruments? If so, will this behavior impact the results of your surgery?
How much do you want to be a fly on the impeccably clean wall in the OR and watch him handling possible storm!
If you wonder what is going on in the operating room after they put you to sleep, this story is for you.