The answer is, a lot – but why?
And then he lists the reasons:
-and ohmygod can he rant at hyperspeed or what?
It's your hair
My hair – what’s wrong with my hair?
Your nose
My nose – that’s the second time someone’s dissed my nose today!
Your chinless face, you always
need a hug,
And yes! I need a hug – you’ve never given me one in 6 YEARS!
Not to mention all the manly
appletini's that you chug.
Four insults before a jibe at my manliness, that’s pretty good. And
he’d like appletini’s too if he’d just TRY one!
That you think I am your mentor
just continues to perplex,
I don’t know why he even tries to deny it anymore, the entire hospital
*knows* how much I look up to and respect him (and am attracted…hush!
no-one knows THAT!) If he didn’t want to be my mentor he shouldn’t help
and support me so much!
And oh my god please stop
telling me when you have dirty sex!
…ok, I’ll give him that one. Although I doubt he’d rather I share the
fantasies I have about him and me in his Porsche…..
See Newbie that's the thing you
do that drives me up a tree, 'coz no matter how I rant at you, you
never let me be.
See?! If I was nothing more than another resident, would he still refer
to me as Newbie? It’s practically an endearment now!
And I don’t *mean* to annoy him – it’s not like I do it on purpose! I
just like to be near him, spend time with him – even if it means
answering to girls names.
So I'm stuck with all your
daydreaming, your wish to be my son.
Eep! I love Jack, but regardless of everyone’s assumptions (including
obviously Dr Cox’s), his son is the last thing I wish to be…it would
make my feeling even *more* scary!
It makes me suicidal and I'm
not the only one. No I'm not the only one...
Suicidal – that, that really hurt. I know I can be a bit much to take –
hyper and babbling and far too goofy and optimistic for the likes of Dr
Cox, but I actually cause him that much pain? What’s *wrong* with me?
It all started with a penny in
the door. There was a hatred I had never felt before.
So now I'll make him pay, each
and every day.
Until that moussed hair little
nuisance is no more.
The Janitor is evil. And insane. He has *absolutely no reason* to hate
me so much!
So now that is why I call you
names like Carol, Jane, and Sue.
Like Moesha, Kim, and Lilly,
Suzanne and Betty Lou.
Regardless of the names I pick
my feelings are quite clear, you’re a pain in every day, of every month
of every year.
And THERE’S the girl’s names! That’s more normal. Although him
generally ranting about and at me is pretty normal. I guess it’s never
actually been quite this many negative and hurtful things all at once
though.
Shut your cakehole Marybeth, or
I swear to god I'll shut it soon!
Congratulations, we'll schedule
your test this afternoon.
OK, being called a girl’s name by a *patient* is a bit much, and that’s
it, I need to get away before he sees my tears, or I’ll never live it
down.
At least I now know the answer to the question I have asked myself for
years; Should I tell him how I feel?
Unequivocally, NO.
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