Anyone who I didn't get to speak to at the reception, hope you had just as much fun as I did. Although possibly consuming less whisky. Colonel Sheppard, Lorne, you looked smashing in your kilts.
I won't try and catch up with those quiz things, I'll be here all morning, and I've got my first patient in about twenty minutes. For those of you with access to doctors, please, don't go to them if you've got a cold? We can't do a bloody thing, and you'll just make your doctor, and the other patients, ill. Fluids, rest, over-the-counter cold remedies. There's nothing else we can do for you.
Evan's managing to shower and get dressed by himself now. I think he's getting some feeling back in his legs, not that he'd ever tell me. Me being his lover and his doctor was never a problem on Atlantis, but now...it's as if he'll let me be one or the other, but not both. If I try and act like his doctor, he ignores me for days around the house.
Seeing Evan - no, Lorne, he doesn't like Evan - at the reception was harder than I'd thought. I know he's not the same person, but when I look at Evan now...he's so different from the man I fell in love with. And Lorne wasn't. Standing up, dancing, laughing - I haven't seen Evan do any of that in months. And he looked bloody gorgeous in a kilt. His mum not recognising me was a blow, too. I hadn't really thought it would bother me, but I suppose I've got used to relying on his family the past few months.
Och, look at me, feeling sorry for myself. I've got a good practice built up, Evan loves me, I know he does, and it'll get better. Soon.