Dear Diary,

Today, I was in a room with a attractive young brunette and she watched while I took off my shirt. Funny thing was I though she should be PAYING A BIT MORE ATTENTION IF SHE’S A FRIGGING DOCTOR. I suppose she was just following around my regular doc, who told me most of the things I needed to know. She could have checked out my guns. I haven’t been going to the gym for nothing.

I went to the gym for the first time since I had my weird virus. Avoided the cardio since the weight lifting was making me want to pass out. I was doing my “doctor/not doctor” test: asking what people thought when I said “Coxsackie virus.” If they say something like, “I haven’t thought of that since my peds rotation,” you’re really sure they’re a doctor. If they snicker and say, “U-huh-huh-huh. He said COXSACKIE,” then you’re sure they’re either not a doctor or at least not a doctor you’d ever want to see on a professional basis.