"Lebenshlakaschitzseshatz is not something that develops over time. It is something that happens instantaneously. It courses through you like the water of a river after a storm, filling you and emptying you all at once. You feel it throughout your body, in your hands, in your heart, in your stomach, in your skin…have you ever felt this way about someone?"
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Doctor Doctor!
I've decided to write a book. Here is the first chapter - or a part of the first chapter anyway!
Smokey. She was hot, in a subtle yet smokin' kinda way. She was unaware of the way her hair blew effortlessly in the wind, her bold glasses framing her hazel eyes with the long lashes brushing against the lenses, the kohl outlining their almond shape. Of course, she didn't know that's what they called her. The men looked at her with a gaze that would make anyone uncomfortable but she never noticed; she was in her own bubble. She worked hard, barely spoke to anyone, kept to herself, trying to remain focused on her dreams and aspirations of becoming a professional so that one day she could lure and charm that one guy who would add meaning and purpose to her sometimes dull life.
She was a doctor, as was he. They roamed the same halls, retracing each other steps but they never exchanged glances, let alone words. He was always flashing flirty smiles at the nurses, residents and the gorgeous Dr Ra-Re made his knees weak. She was married of course, just like him, but it was no secret that he was mere putty in her slender hands. When she sat studying in the library her mind often drifted to the good doctor's office, and one day she absent-mindedly let herself go have him check out her eyes. Dr Strangelove approached as Smokey sat opposite him, and she could feel a strong, almost magnetic, pull even with the gadgetry between them. Moving her eyes into place she was almost grateful for the slit lamp, though she couldn't help but wish it wasn't there. He asked her the regular questions, about having finished her medical degree, he'd taught her of course, but a conversation! It made her heart flutter. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, "they're a door way to your soul." Her breathing slowed, as she wondered if they revealed perhaps too much. Slowly he held her head, his fingers gently grazing her lashes as he brought it into place, examining each eye with an intense focus. His fingers sent sparks coursing through her, she felt her heart beat race, and only once he moved away did she realise she'd been holding her breath. What was she doing? He was married, and he had a reputation. She shook her head, erasing the inappropriate thoughts running through her mind, she needed to get back to studying. She thanked him for his time before he could tell her to have her glasses changed, and tripping over her own feet she made a quick exit.
Still in her own world she was rounding the corner back to the library when she bumped into Frumpy. That wasn't his name of course, it was just how he appeared, and so she'd named him that in her own world. He was manly, with his square jaw, again, didn't have the best reputation but she had an inkling he was misunderstood. As she processed all this information, he held her shoulders, almost peeling her off of his big frame, asking if she was alright; she looked shaken. He asked if he could get her something, but she was so dumbfounded that he was even asking, clearly unaware of the pull she had on him, that she bowed her head down walking past as if nothing had happened.
As she sat uncomfortably in the wooden library chairs, staring at medical books, the words making no sense, reading line after line for the twelfth time, she decided her mind was surely in the gutter. Little did she know that the two men that had made her heart race and her lungs cease to function were going to play such a vital role in the next few years of her life, causing immense heartache and sorrow but they would also bring an equal amount of joy. They would be the source of her worries but they'd also make her smile and feel special; like a woman. She'd finally know that she too could be wanted. But for now she was clueless, trying to focus on memorising the pages lying open before her.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sleeeeeeeeeeep: I love youuuuu
I got a good 8-hour (almost) sleep last night which is what I think is making me so awesome feeling :) Thought I'd share this little tid-bit I found. Good infomercial.
Quotes of the Day!
So I have 32 followers now! Woohoo! Phuf & Lateral Love Australia were number 31 & 32 respectively. Makes me happy, makes me smile :) I'm in a real sing-songy, overjoyed kinda mood today. Just havin' a good one. Want to post songs, but youtube is blocked in this damn nation overrun by fools! :@ *angry* grrrr... for now, here are some quotes on expectations cos I've been thinking a lot about that recently. If we had none, would we live happily ever after?
Really craving this right now!
Really craving this right now!
If only I had someone to make this for...
Fuelling my hypochondriacism!
So I am and have always been a hypochondriac! This is fuelled by the fact that a very good friend of mine is a doctor. I love doctors - hell I wanted to be one. I know it's not quite like Grey's Anatomy or Private Practice, where it's not just a passion for medicine and saving lives but also for good looking doctors, nurses, and on-call rooms - if you know what I mean ;) Medicine seems like a fun field to go into! Aah, no point crying over spilt milk! I missed my chance to become a cardio thoracic surgeon or specialise in neurosurgery... I digress. So back to my friend, we'll call her Dr Specs - she's wanting to pursue a career in Opthamology - important, no doubt - but something I find boring. So I often list my symptoms to her - when I feel this or that - and together we get to the bottom of basically nothing. Feeding my hypochondriacism! I don't have a choice, because recently, whenever I put my symptoms into Web-MD or Wrong Diagnosis or any other thing for that matter - it loves to tell me different variations of how pregnant I am :/ At least it's not like when I had ridiculous headaches and was convinced that I had a brain tumour! Perhaps being a Dr wouldn't have been the best choice for me - instead of focusing on actual patients I would probably constantly be diagnosing myself with life-threatening ailments.
Yep - this is just a bit of a rant due to my lightheaded dizziness, body aches and nausea... I'm probably just hungry...!
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