Dear YLF,

I hate wearing scrubs to work, but it has made sticking to SYC easier in some ways, and harder in others. The need to wear surgical greens every day makes me want to shop for things that are Fitted and Fabulous, but the amount of hours I put in while wearing those surgical greens makes me wanna curl up in bed and ZZZZ instead of going shopping (excellent for SYC!)

Because we are all in greens and have a mask on all day, I've started to get lazy with makeup. Very lazy. One morning, I decided just to use some moisturizer and get my bum into my greens and into the OR soon, because I wanted to help out the anesthesiologist with a few things. Unfortunately,who do I run into, but THE BOY. The boy, you see, is not on surgery rotation, so he's all dressed up and smiles his gorgeous smile and I instantly get palpations and think that my heart went into overdrive. *sigh*

There should be a law against looking that gorgeous.

The Boy may have a kinder heart than I thought he had at first. I am highly skeptical he is more than a pretty face,especially since he hasnt' called me (smart boys I expect to call!) - but he's apparently very good in the department of bedside manner (haha, I told someone this and bedSIDE was not what they heard) - and is very compassionate.

*dreamy sigh*

I'm finished trauma surgery now; working on lots and lots of rectums...

PS: Someone mysterious baked me a heart shaped cheesecake. It was slightly melted by the time I was done work that day. Very yummy. Chocolate mocha swirl. Tee hee.

Much love,
Lyn