But what a super Groundhog Day. Got up at 10, had pasta for lunch, and then went to see Mrs. Doctor. She was not sure what my problem was, though. It's a grey area because I wasn't tender "here, here, and here." I could have Bronchitis, or it could just be a silly little sinus infection. Either way, I'm not going to die and whatever it is will be going away soon.
Why are doctors' hands always cold? Instead of working on our equations, my Chem group and I discussed possible answers to this question. One of the girls came up with an answer that I can't believe I didn't figure out first: doctors always wash their hands. Of course. But I won't have cold hands when I'm a doctor, that's for sure. In fact, my warm hands will make my practice famous among locals. Sign in the window: Ian Stiles, MD, warm hands.
After doctor, showed up at school. I would have had to go pick brother up later anyway. Only got the last 15 minutes of Chem, so I practically only came for conservatory. But that was fine, because I got to draw a Jew.
Ah. Nice. It was worth it. And I'm glad I said something. Hope it made you feel super. I can't really tell, but everything seemed positive. All nice gestures on your part, thanks.
Tomorrow:
-Mr. Wood!
-more time
-movie
-glad
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