There is a profound, albeit slightly unsettling, irony in performing cardiothoracic surgery in an era that hasn't even discovered germ theory yet. I'm doing my best to keep things sterile, but let's just say my modern standards are causing quite a stir among the local medical practitioners.
By the way, does anyone else find that traveling through the chronosphere always leaves a lingering metallic taste in their mouth, or is it just a side effect of my latest jump? Asking for a friend.