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muse_pens: Diary Entry
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I've had a crap week. It started okay, and likely had promises of being good, but it ended up sucking. First, Wilson and I had to drive to New York for a one day seminar there. It was certainly an interesting trip, even if he tried to ignore me for the last half of the trip there. I enjoy Wilson's company. We get along pretty well and it seems like a waste that we hadn't gotten together for a beer before recently. He was always just House's mate, or the person we went to if we suspected cancer in our patient. But he's a really nice guy. And seriously? If he's not at least bisexual, I'm becoming a drag queen and joining the Lady Boys of Bangkok.
The couple of days with Rogue were brilliant. It was just nice to spend time with someone like that without having the worry that my pager or cell were going to go off at any minute. I have to admit, I'm becoming more than a little addicted to her company. To her. I haven't met anyone I've just clicked with like this in ages. I didn't want to see it come to an end, but you know what they say about all good things... The flirting and the sex comes so naturally, but it's the friendship we've forged together that means the most. I know a lot of people, but I don't easily trust people enough to become close friends. it was different with Rogue, and I'm thankful for that.
It was only after that, that the week swirled down the shitter right before my eyes. I didn't want to go to Chicago. I hate flying. I spent the whole trip hurling into a little paper bag and having the nurse I got stuck sitting next to offering to marry me because she could "take care of me whenever I wanted". Puh-lease. As if I want to get hit on when I'm trying my damnest not to barf up my liver. Bollocks to flying. And bollocks to conferences. Still, I kept an open mind, and of course, that meant it was just gong to suck.
And it did. I got into a car accident. I arse-ended the car in front of me when it plowed into a human being and then drove off. I didn't actually completely witness a hit and run, but it happened in my vicinity, and despite the raging concussion I ended up with front slamming my head against the steering wheel, I had to endure a far-too-long questioning to give my statement by none other than the smart-arsed cop, Ray Vecchio. This was after I tried to save the victim's life by giving her CPR until the Ambos arrived. Lucky for me I'm a doctor and had a mouth guard in my bag because it turned out she had Hep C and was a drug addict, apparently hit because she didn't pay up for her stash. Fuck me. Thank god I'm not a cop.
I'm back home now, off work for a few days in the wake of my "trauma injury". Goddamnit, it's a fucking headache, and I'm so bored, I'm considering painting polka dots on my balls just to give me something to do.
It's Valentine's Day soon. I think I'm going to spend it going stag to the work's Valentine's Day party, get drunk and ignore the fact I have no romantic prospects anywhere in my reach.
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Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 583
I've had a crap week. It started okay, and likely had promises of being good, but it ended up sucking. First, Wilson and I had to drive to New York for a one day seminar there. It was certainly an interesting trip, even if he tried to ignore me for the last half of the trip there. I enjoy Wilson's company. We get along pretty well and it seems like a waste that we hadn't gotten together for a beer before recently. He was always just House's mate, or the person we went to if we suspected cancer in our patient. But he's a really nice guy. And seriously? If he's not at least bisexual, I'm becoming a drag queen and joining the Lady Boys of Bangkok.
The couple of days with Rogue were brilliant. It was just nice to spend time with someone like that without having the worry that my pager or cell were going to go off at any minute. I have to admit, I'm becoming more than a little addicted to her company. To her. I haven't met anyone I've just clicked with like this in ages. I didn't want to see it come to an end, but you know what they say about all good things... The flirting and the sex comes so naturally, but it's the friendship we've forged together that means the most. I know a lot of people, but I don't easily trust people enough to become close friends. it was different with Rogue, and I'm thankful for that.
It was only after that, that the week swirled down the shitter right before my eyes. I didn't want to go to Chicago. I hate flying. I spent the whole trip hurling into a little paper bag and having the nurse I got stuck sitting next to offering to marry me because she could "take care of me whenever I wanted". Puh-lease. As if I want to get hit on when I'm trying my damnest not to barf up my liver. Bollocks to flying. And bollocks to conferences. Still, I kept an open mind, and of course, that meant it was just gong to suck.
And it did. I got into a car accident. I arse-ended the car in front of me when it plowed into a human being and then drove off. I didn't actually completely witness a hit and run, but it happened in my vicinity, and despite the raging concussion I ended up with front slamming my head against the steering wheel, I had to endure a far-too-long questioning to give my statement by none other than the smart-arsed cop, Ray Vecchio. This was after I tried to save the victim's life by giving her CPR until the Ambos arrived. Lucky for me I'm a doctor and had a mouth guard in my bag because it turned out she had Hep C and was a drug addict, apparently hit because she didn't pay up for her stash. Fuck me. Thank god I'm not a cop.
I'm back home now, off work for a few days in the wake of my "trauma injury". Goddamnit, it's a fucking headache, and I'm so bored, I'm considering painting polka dots on my balls just to give me something to do.
It's Valentine's Day soon. I think I'm going to spend it going stag to the work's Valentine's Day party, get drunk and ignore the fact I have no romantic prospects anywhere in my reach.
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Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Words | 583