One half ready. Wooot! Too bad another half still remains unwritten, and then comes editing and... gahh... too tired to think.

Went to the doctors today. My recurring illness came back again, surprise, surprise. He was still as cute as ever. He's a grandpa, and really old, but he's the nicest doctor ever, and he actually knows what he's doing. I really really like him. He's the best! Too bad he can't cure me for life.
Sigh... And he always asks me how I'm doing, and what my boyfriend status is. He always jokes about the usual "if I were 30 years younger...". Yup, he's cute, but alass, no dates with him. :D If only he were 30 years younger... :P
But nah, he'd be too kind for my liking. But still, he was the first doctor who didn't think about me as a pin cushion, and just because of my daddy is a diabetic, he's not sending me to take my blood sample and check my blood sugar every month. I had a doctor who did that, even when I'm not diabetic, but he blamed all symptoms of my illness on the nonexsistent diabetes. Can you say asshole? I sure can.
But this guy... he actually looks over the results and he figured out what my problem was. No diabetes. Duh. He didn't send me to be a nice pin cushion anymore. For that I already like him beyond all imagination.
After all, I hate needles.