Doctor Rock

I got surgery on my neck last week, the final culmination of this drama. Today is my first day back at work, and I feel like a million bucks. Let me tell you some highlights of the surgical experience.
-The whole operation took 5 hours, which my dad says is longer than open heart surgery. They removed a big cyst that ran from the top of my jaw, down to my chin, then around my throat on the other side. Sounds like an alien baby.
-They kept me doped up and in the hospital for 3 days and 2 nights. I started to feel like I was in a mental ward. It didn't help when my roommate Pedro woke up at 4 am and started screaming for his car keys and credit cards. The nurse told him he was 'freaking her out' and gave him some meds. I nearly threw a water fountain through the window and ran free.
-I asked my doctor (pictured to the right) if he listens to music when he operates.
"Yes sometimes"
"What did you listen to during my operation?"
"Um, the Police. Also some David (sic) Matthews Band."
-I fancied myself quite a dapper gent in the recovery room, making jokes and flirting with Emma the cute nurse. I thought to myself, "You're really working it, big man. Well done!" Then she took away a bottle full of my urine and I remembered it wasn't a singles bar.
-Doctor Rock told me he came close to cutting a nerve that would have taken feeling from my earlobe for the rest of my life.
-I am not allowed to shave for one more week. The Doc asked if I could grow a beard.

"Can I grow a beard?!!"