I am writing this here because, well, it’s just too pathetic for a 35 yr. old married woman to gush to her girlfriends about a cute doctor.
The other night I began having chest pressure, and then shortness of breath, and then head pressure (lightheadedness with a sense of constriction). I really tried to ignore it for several hours, but it was just getting worse despite my best efforts at distracting myself.
So around midnight, I drove myself to the ER. (Well, see my choices were get my husband to drive me, necessitating waking up a 3 yr old and a 5yr. old. or get an ambulance. Having already spent my fair share of ER time with the children on their own account and being about to blow $150 on the ER copay, driving myself seemed the least awful option.)
5 hours later, it turns out I have a cold. (Duh, obviously if I went to the ER I was going to be fine.). Something about bronchial something spasms, blah, blah. boy did I feel dumb. But they reassured me I was right to come in, and my symptoms did warrant it, etc.
And the thing wasn’t a total loss, because the resident who saw me has got to be the most handsome man I have ever seen.
Black hair, perfectly touseled, no doubt from strenuous life-saving efforts. Perfect olive skin. Chiseled cheekbones and chin. And the largest, chocolateyest, most beautiful eyes, with the longest, darkest lashes. Eyes that were full of concern and empathy. Oh, those eyes.
This guy would never be cast as a doctor because he was just too damn handsome. Well, maybe a soap opera doctor.
I had to make a huge effort not to break into a dopey grin every time he came into the room.
Oh my. Be still my beating heart indeed!
