Hey this is my first Grey's Anatomy fic so sorry if it's kinda crappy.Basically this going to be Izzie's diary and some commentry on the day if I get some ideas I might have a go at writing other character diarys.Well hope you like it, please reply.
Friday 7th October
You know what; I hate weighing scales. They suck really; unlike humans they just can't lie. I mean you get on once, get the 'wrong' reading and try it again. This time the stupid thing still hasn't had a change of heart, so you try for the third time. And unlike men, friends and your mother the damn thing won't lie. I'm happy with my weight don't get me wrong but being happy doesn't fit you in that tiny red dress. Ok I'm going on a bit now, but it's my diary so it's kind of my choice. I'm still not entirely sure why I'm doing this, because Lord knows everyone around here keeps enough things secret.
So my day; not fantastic. Though I always knew life as an intern wasn't about to be lounging around on beaches but bloody hell, I've never been so happy to get home. I still wouldn't give it up though. And it's official, Cristina is the worlds worst patient. I've never had a patient that would rather diagnose my patients, rather than have bed rest. I would be grateful for the time off. Actually no I don't think I would like to be in that position, where I had, to have the time off.
Meredith's barely said a word all week and we all know that's McDreamy's fault. Honestly, how hard would it have been to mention he was married before Satan, sorry Addison, showed up? And just how did he expect him and Meredith to be serious when he can't seem to find a decent set of divorce papers. This hasn't been easy on George either; I've seen him have to hold back insults for Derek, purely out of care for Meredith. All this time and he still loves her. I think I'm the only one with a less dramatic life at the moment. How long is that supposed to last over here?
"Stevens, writing up your homework like a good girl?" joked Alex upon finding the familiar blonde using her spare 5 minutes to write her first diary entry. She was the only person in that place who gave him the time of day, the only one he didn't feel like acting like a complete jerk to.
"You're in cheerful mood; what surgery did you get?" Izzie asked knowingly, as she slipped the diary back into her bag. Alex might have been growingly less taunting to her but Izzie still didn't fancy risking him reading the little book.
"Brain tumour removal" he smiled leaning on her locker, observing the loose curls hanging out of her ponytail. "Look if you're not doing anything tonight, do you want to go for a drink with me?" he added hoping his charm was still working.
"See you tonight" Izzie answered, lightly kissing him on the cheek as her pager warned her to hurry up and check on spinal facture, cubicle 3. She could hardly wait for this shift to finish, especially if Cristina planned on assessing every patient she had that day.