i know that for the past week i have been addicted to seeing all those good-looking doctors, scary operating rooms and procedures, funny george, insensitive cristina, papable preston and everything that involves scrub suits and anesthesia.
it happened so suddenly that i didn't even have the time to hold myself back...and i didn't have the strength to save myself from sored eyes and sleepless nights. i was like a robot programmed to sit in front of the computer at 1700 until 0100. for the first few nights, i didn't even dare move or go to the toilet. oh! i moved from time to time to click on the mouse. these past few nights, i can watch while knitting and munching on digestive crackers. and it doesn't really stop at 0100. because my dreams were all about joe's bar and derek's trailer truck. i am so enslaved.
but from the near-to-end scene of episode 4 of season 2, i totally surrendered. hands up. to the point that i would want to go back to the time when i fell off my bike and hurt myself...hoping to find myself in a hospital bed at SGH, surrounded by the fantastic medical team.
i am sick, you see?
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