FCP: You're Worth It

Wow. Just wow. Let's go backwards in regards to what happened today. First of all (or last of all, I should say) I got cockblocked by Chris today. I missed out on so much because he decided to walk and talk with me as I walked to the bus stop from my last lab. Meanwhile, F walks like 3m away. Not just this, but Chris happens to go all the way to Wellington Bus Station on this day (unlike as per usual) AND SO DOES F. So basically I miss out on 25+ minutes of quality F time. Guh. And he saw me. And I even saw him look back at us in the bus. Obviously he was yearning to sit, talk and maybe even make out with me.

So let's take another step back to today's FCP tute... The first clinical skills tute of the semester. We learned how to percuss and shit. And revised how to take a full medical history (fuck that shit). And use the stethoscopes to listen to people's heart beat. F was in my group with a couple of others. Me and another girl/friendly acquaintance, Clarissa, partner up within the group of four and listen to each other's heartbeats. When I get to F, I'm going to put the thing on his chest (Oh God, I'm thinking to myself, I CAN'T WAIT TO TOUCH WHAT I'M SURE IS PURE MUSCLE AND SEX) things start to get awkward.

I'm not even going to put it under his shirt like the tutor did to me. I was going to put it over his shirt. But fuck me if he doesn't say, "Here, let me do it," in not so many words, it was more of an awkward mumble than anything. So he takes it away from me as I'm going in to put the thing on his chest and puts it there himself.

Basically it was just a hot, awkward mess. But I did get to listen to F's heartbeat. Har har...

But moving even further back now. There was also this task where we looked at pictures of patients with visible abnormalities and described what we saw in as much detail as possible. As the tutor came around to help us, she asks us this question about how much of our eyelids cover our eyes and tells us to look at each other's eyes. F is standing next to me; he turns around to look at my eyes. And I gaze into his eyes. They are like cornflower blue; the bluest blue. Like the blue sky on a sunny day, with daffodils gently waving in the breeze as I lay on F's chest, luxuriating in the beautiful weather and the gentle thud of his heart under my ear...
I didn't even know how much of our eyes are covered by our eyelids by the time we stopped looking into each other's eyes. All I know is that it was brilliant.

Sigh.

J