Okay, well this isn't the happy, non-whiny post I had been working on. I am still feeling betrayed by that one and I'm not quite ready for apologies and compromises and making nice . . .
But--I am in love! And who better to share the news of heart pounding, cheeks flushing, day dreaming crush material than blogworld? Am I right?
Yesterday I had a little oral surgery thing and I am so enamored of Dr. W! He's terribly hunky--one of those men in his mid to late 40's who, although completely silvery-gray haired, just looks better and better as he ages. But that's not why I have deep feelings for him. And he has the kind of bedside manner all patients dream of--he's funny and considerate and gentle and takes very seriously any fears (*ahem* phobias) his patients harbor. But neither is that the cause for my ardor. The real reason I would willingly submit myself further to his care (and let's face it--we're talking about mouth issues and we all know how I feel about mouth issues) is because this phenomenal man administers an IV that you can't even feel!
Ahhhh, Dr. W, thanks to the post op meds you so lovingly prescribed, I am going back to a hazy, drug induced slumber and will dream only of your gentle touch . . .