Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - SO! THIS is what happened! I was walking... and... drumroll please! I ruptured my Achilles tendon! I know, I know... how lame! Not even a cool story behind my cast and crutches. Since this happened at work, in order for me to get worker's compensation, I had to go to one of their clinics. After half an hour of their bullshit, I was more than willing to go to ER and pay all of my bills. The "doctor" had a book with her and all of the symptoms I had, she'd comfirm with the book. The next day I came back for a check up, the woman said that if my foot is numb or turning purple I should've went to ER... what she didn't understand that it was less than 50F outside and my foot was extremely cold. The fact that I cannot do anything in the laboratory or do any work related presentations means that I get to have a paid vacation. Dr. Steve decided that he will take off some time from work, so he could stay with me and attend to my needs (since my gas-foot is in a cast... I cannot leave my house or drive away for food or even walk my lovely pup). Punkster loves him, sometimes I am jealous. The stuff between me and Dr. Steve are way different now than they were before (last summer and before... I haven't seen much of him between the summer and now). Before we were still slightly shy about the fact that I am a patient and he's my doctor. Now... now, our inner psychos came out. Our inner perverts came out. Our inner children came out. Yes. We are crazy. Anytime we see each other, we just can't take our hands off each other. I adore him. 9:36 p.m. - March 28, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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