The horny patient has left the building 0
My medical crush is over. Hot Dr. T stood me up for some supposed “emergency” in the ER. I went to the trouble of shaving my legs, pushing up the boobs and applying mascara only to get his substitute for my appointment/date. The eastern European accented, crooked-tooth intern didn’t provide me much comfort in Dr. T’s absence. The good news is my stitches have healed. The bad news is, I know I’m not going back. Dr. T, rest in peace.