things are almost too freakin good

to my ailing and demented patients,
too bad for you, cause things are tip top with me. really. for once. so good. moving into a new apartment, excuse me, building. that's right a whole building. with two bathrooms, and a band room and two outdoor spaces and washer dryer connections (gotta keep my lab coat sparkling white). and i don't even have to be a doctor to afford it (even though i am one). also a new gig in anesthesiology that is really going well (despite the long hours). and the new hospital is good, better than the last year, for sure. and i've been riding and riding my bike. and the other night i had really hot sex on the seventh floor of a partially constructed condo that we snuck into. and i'm learning all about wine. (i think i really need to quit smoking to appreciate the subtlety of flavors though). and mostly i just feel good. even though i am soo busy. and i miss my sweet patients. i feel like i could prescribe you just the right amount of pills, love and band-aids right now.
your doc,
blamblo