Diary of a very confused Doctor Henry Jekyll

[HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE]

September 13th, 2011

I awoke today to find my self hunched over a park bench wearing a pair of torn jeans, a plaid shirt, and no shoes. I could taste whiskey on my breath as well as cherry on my lips. It was three in the afternoon and I was in a thankfully deserted area of Central Park. My hair was unkempt, my shirt un-tucked, my belt loose, and I found a stack of napkins in my pocket all scribbled with cell-phone numbers. The most disconcerting thing:
I don't own jeans.

I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, considering I can't remember anything after 11:37 am. Did I leave work? My blood alcohol level was strikingly high and I hardly ever drink. I'm going to look into this strange occurrence. Maybe I am just stressed at work. Hopefully, this documentation will prove an aid in my research.

[HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE]

September 20, 2011

Things have been incredibly busy at the hospital. I was moved over with the trauma staff this week. Apparently, there has been an out pouring of gang violence recently and they need a surgeon with a steadier hand. I much prefer working upstairs in the pediatric department but, saving lives is saving lives no matter what part of the hospital you're in. It'd just be nice to see those smiling faces. There's only so many hardened criminals you can sew up before you start feeling unsympathetic. I know that sounds horrible but, it's true.

Still, I can't shake the incident from last week. Maybe I was just stressed, I mean, I have been piling on the hours in the last few weeks. But, it's totally unlike me to blackout like that. It's down right unsettling. I wonder if I should talk to Doctor Marshall downstairs. Although, theirs this voice in my head that's telling me to relax. I'll let it go for another few days maybe, it was just a bad dream. I can't find those jeans any where in my apartment.

[HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE]

September 26th, 2011

So apparently my constant brooding over the strange occurrence a few weeks back has caught the attention of one of my coworkers. Lorraine, whom I've worked with for the passed three years mentioned that I looked distressed and suggested that I meet her at this bar later that night for some music and a beer. Usually oblivious to the advances of women, something compelled me to say yes. After all, she's very pretty and really kind.



We spent the night at this local pub drinking homemade brews and listening to incredible jazz music. It was the first time in a long time I can remember actually having fun! We have a lot in common which is sort of a miracle for a self-proclaimed dorky guy like me. She has this adorable laugh and I love the way her nose crinkles when she smiles. Not to mention those eyes. I could stare into them forever.

I don't know if anything will come of this but, I sure hope that she'll go out with me again. She's the first person I've been with who I don't have to talk about medicine, hospitals, or illnesses. And she's a nurse! My stomach is churning and my hearts bursting in my chest. I can't stop smiling.