I knew it. I just fucking knew it!
At 3:30 this morning I was actually ill enough that I needed to go into hospital. That doesn't happen very often, since I don't like being sick. But I looked especially bad this morning, my hair was disheveled, lank and greasy from where I tried to go in the gym last night but was too tired to shower, I'd have one in the morning I thought. And I hadn't shaved in 2 days.
The moment I realised I needed to go in, I thought 'shit, I look like crap and the nurse that takes me in is going to be really hot'. So imagine my surprise and joy when my initial check up and blood theft gets done by a guy! Brilliant - it doesnt matter if he sees me looking like a homeless person in all my worst clothes and baggy jeans that I've drawn faces on the knees of. No that doesn't matter.
But I knew it would happen, and of course it did. Not only was my Doctor lovely, she might just have been the cutest person in the whole building. And I looked like a fucking dick.
I knew it would happen.
Oh yes, and now I'm really stoned on all the drugs they gave me too.....