Valentine's Day Doctor

I am anti-Valentine's day. I'm sorry to all of you who love the day, but I find absolutely nothing romantic about consumerism, materialism, and a dictated day on which to show one's sweetheart some love.
If love cannot be shown EVERY day, and extra surprises given spontaneously instead of a dictated day, then it isn't really a very good love in my opinion.

Anywho. While this is a terrible photo, the man in it was one of my two Valentines. The other was my delish male nurse. This man was my doctor for the day. The eye candy definitely made for feeling better.

In a strange twist of fate, both gents ended up seeing my lady bits (I had been catheterised, and there were some complications removing the catheter) and breasts (one needed to help me strip for a shower, the other walked into my room after seeing me return but I was changing into the clean set of scrubs, so inwas in the glamorous arms above head, face half through, boobs uncovered state), both bought me real coffee and chocolate, and both were just absolutely lovely.

Pretty awesome, really.