Hello dear readers, Julian here again. It’s been a while since I wrote so I thought I should give you an update. This will be a long one, since the last one was quite a while ago.

Meredith asked me to move in with her! I know I’d been spending 99% of my free time at her place anyway, but she wanted to make it official. I am so excited about that! That was so cute, the way she did it with that key and house and heart.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Shortly after the last time I wrote, I got a mild case of the flu. Meredith took over and made me stay home from work. I have to admit she was right, it would not have been wise to go in and expose my patients to it. And I really didn’t feel like going in, all I wanted to do was sleep.

The first time she took my temperature rectally, I tried to stop her by rolling onto the wrong side. But when she sat on me, I didn’t have the strength to fight her. She’s strong, but when I’m 100%, I can overpower her. Not when I’m sick. So, I had to admit defeat and let her do it. I was so humiliated. To add insult to injury, she gave me a suppository! The nerve of her! Yes, I know I do it to her, but that is different.

And then, when I was feeling better, she spanked me because I had looked for my keys after she told me not to! Now, that was just too humiliating. Besides, *I* am the one who is in control, *I* spank her when she misbehaves, not the other way around!

I’m really glad that I didn’t pass on what I had to Meredith. On top of all her other problems, she did not need to get the flu. I am now taking an immune boosting supplement to try to prevent getting sick again. I do not get sick very often, fortunately.

When Meredith cut her hand on that mug, I knew as soon as I saw the wound that she needed to go to the hospital. I didn’t want to chance that there was any glass in the cut, and it was so large and deep, I wanted someone with more experience dealing with that type of cut to stitch it, especially with it being in the palm of her hand. Leave it to her to resist going to the hospital and then resist waiting for a neurologist to get there to look at her. She changed her mind quite quickly when I mentioned that if there was neurological damage, she might not be able to ride again. I’ll have to remember that for future use.

I know darn well she had a drink from the tap when she went to the washroom. If she hadn’t, she’d have said she didn’t instead of saying “Would I do that?” Meredith won’t lie to me. If she doesn’t want to tell me the truth, she will dance around the question. When she does that, that gives me my answer. I didn’t push it as I felt she probably hadn’t drank enough to be a problem if she did need surgery.

I was not happy to come home the next day to find that she’d been putting up decorations all day. I had told her to rest her hand, but as she does most of the time, she did not pay heed. Fortunately, she stopped when I told her she was to do nothing for the rest of the day. She does seem to know when not to push her luck with me. I should not have been surprised when she took her stitches out. She’d been complaining of itchiness, and I’d told her to leave it alone and leave the bandaging on. I considered spanking her for that, but figured it would do no good as she would like it too much.

Meredith sure was surprised when I showed her the exam room in the house. I had to think of a way to get a room to myself that she would not go in. She didn’t suspect a thing when I told her I wanted a room where I could work on paperwork from the clinic. I’m perfectly fine with doing it in the library, but I made it sound like that room is too big to feel cozy in. There are so many rooms upstairs, some of which are just used for storage or are empty. Only a couple are set up as guest bedrooms. The next challenge was getting someone to help me get the table and cupboards up there. I got a couple colleagues from the hospital to help. Told them I felt Meredith would be more comfortable getting her cyst checked at home than going to the clinic. And that I’d had the opportunity to buy the furnishings real cheap. The final obstacle was getting Meredith away for a long enough time to get everything in and set up. When her friend Karen said she was going to a pajama party, it was the perfect timing. I was able to get everything in and set up before she got home the next morning.

I wasn’t sure if she would let me examine her here at home, and sure enough, she tried to refuse, saying she had things to do. I knew she couldn’t do much with her injured hand - it was a Saturday so I was home and she usually tries to do things on the sly when I’m at work, and is less likely to outright disobey me in front of my face. So it wasn’t too hard to get her to let me examine her. I just took charge and started undressing her and she didn’t protest.

I wasn’t really trying to find a cause for her sighing and groaning. That was part humour and part an excuse to give her an exam. She was way overdue for one, she’d told me it had been years since she’d had a full physical. Technically, she should go to her family doctor for that, but I thought it would be easier to just do it myself than get her to go see him for one. Fortunately, I didn’t find anything wrong other than her cyst.

I expected her to give me a hard time about the restraints, but she didn’t put up as big a fight as I’d thought she would. I figured once she got used to them, she’d like them. And she has. Once I figured out that she seems to enjoy exams and I enjoy giving them to her, I did some research online and found a website for all kinds of fetishes, including what they call “medical fetish”. I’d never heard of that before, but reading the forums there has been enlightening. It’s where I got the idea to put restraints on the table. I’m useless with tools - I can’t even hammer in a nail - so I asked for help and someone fairly local came out one day when Meredith was out somewhere with Karen and he got it set up for me.

When she passed out in my clinic from her cyst pain, I thought that was my opportunity to get her into surgery. I might have been able to do it if I hadn’t had the emergency c-section to do and if a nurse hadn’t told her I had written in her chart that she was to be held in the ER until I was done and the OR was prepped for her. That was just like her to take her IV out and climb over the bed rails and leave. If there hadn’t been a bad multi vehicle accident and the ER so crazy, someone would have noticed her.

I was so steaming mad when I’d heard what she had done - even madder than I was when she led me on a chase through the back roads. For the first time in our relationship, I considered ending it and almost went to my apartment instead of out to the farm when my call shift was over. But then I remembered that she had always been open with me about how she is and she’s always said she’s unlikely to change. I accepted that when I chose to get involved with her and I would rather have her as the obstinate, bull headed, non compliant person she is than not have her at all.

Meredith told me about the lady she’d known who had died from the same surgery she needed. And how she was so scared the same would happen to her. I wished she’d told me a lot sooner, it explained so much about why she was resisting and risking a rupture of the cyst. I had to find a way to get her to agree to it. I know she told me she’d do it when I learned to ride a horse and went on a trail ride with her, but I can’t bring myself to get on one of those animals. I have been able to feed them and even brush them, but get on the back of one? No way. I wish I could as I know how much it would mean to Meredith if I learned to ride.

I was really worried about her when she started jumping her foster horse, Eclipse, but it did help a lot when she had me watch her doing it. I was afraid of her falling off or getting thrown when going over a jump. After watching her with him, I was relieved but that was short lived. Typical reckless Meredith, she started taking the horse over 4 foot jumps and sent herself into a major pain flare-up. It took me a few days to get it out of her what she’d been doing when the pain hit, but I finally did. It really threw me when she agreed to give Eclipse up. I had not expected her to agree to that so quickly, but she had asked me what she could do to help ease my worry about her. I think something clicked in her when she was in the bathroom crying. Whatever it was, I was grateful for it and so relieved when I knew she wouldn’t be jumping again.

I was so very embarrassed when Meredith told me she didn’t have any sex toys and that she was joking about them all those months ago. Embarrassed because I fell for it and I’d spent countless hours looking for them! I really should have spanked her for that.

Our Christmas party was such a success! Even the unexpected event of Charlotte giving birth went smoothly. She picked a great time to go into labour and give birth so quickly after her water breaking - at an event with a few doctors in attendance, one of them being an ob/gyn! Then them naming the baby after me - Wow! I can’t get over that, I’m so thrilled about it! And of Meredith and I being asked to be Julie Anne’s godparents. What an honour.

Meredith asked me if I wanted to have a child. If I was younger, perhaps I would. But I’m 45 and that is too old, I think. Besides, I want her all to myself and if we had a child, we’d have to give up our kinky activities, at least most of them. I’m also concerned about how Meredith would handle pregnancy. Not only the cyst, though I would not agree to pregnancy until she has it out. But also her arthritis. I think it would be very hard on her. So I make sure she takes her pill every morning.

The office party was such a success! I don’t know why I never thought of inviting people from the lab before. And Meredith - what can I say? Her coming bare assed with a plug in was HOT! I couldn’t help it, I had to do that to her in the exam room.

What a surprise when Meredith wanted to go carolling on Christmas Eve! I wasn’t sure about getting up on that old wagon, but sure didn’t want to create a scene so I did. And it was fun! I’d never been carolling before.

Christmas Day - what can I say? It was the best Christmas Day I’ve ever had, spending the day alone with Meredith. And her asking me to officially move in with her! It was very unexpected, though I had been trying to think of a way to ask her about making it official. I’d been so afraid she’d say no if I asked. I was thinking of getting her an engagement ring for Valentine’s Day but I don’t think she would accept it and that would ruin the day. She says she doesn’t like Valentine’s Day, and that she has no desire to celebrate it. I’m torn between respecting her wishes and surprising her with something.

That speculum tie tack she gave me - I was mortified that she would suggest I wear it to the office! Meredith has quite a twisted sense of humour, but that’s who she is. I will wear it to our own exam room, though.

I also love the bracelet but even more, the inscription she had put on the back - “All my love, forever and ever.” That really told me where’s she’s at in regards to us. I’m so thrilled to know she feels about me the same as I feel about her.

I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about the ring I gave her but she seems to like it. She wears it everywhere except to the barn. She says she doesn’t want to chance it catching on something or slipping off and getting lost in a pile of horse manure. That does make sense. And she loved the necklace/earring set - that was an easy one to figure out. She doesn’t have a lot of jewellery, and that horse shop on the outskirts of the city has everything a horse enthusiast could ever want.

The 10 days at that cabin were absolutely glorious. Meredith all to myself without having to worry about someone walking in the back door or phoning or me being on call. What a treat it was when she came up to me and asked me to take her temperature. I knew she really wasn’t feeling sick, she was just playing a game but I was happy to play along. It was also a great opportunity to check her cyst without an argument. She sure was wet when I inserted my fingers into her to check from inside! What a perfect night to suggest we buy our own cabin! And she agreed! I will have to look up some listings.

My euphoria over the cabin was short lived. I had her have another ultrasound and it showed a huge growth in the cyst, from 11.1 cm to 11.8 in just a couple months. Her pain had been getting worse, too. She had been at 9 a couple times. It was only a matter of time before that thing ruptured. I had to find a way to get her past her fear and agree to have it removed.

My opportunity came a few days later when it flared again. She actually called me at work and asked me to bring the inject-able pain killer home. She also said it was 9 without a lot of prodding. That told me it was *really* bad. And then to come home to find her curled up in the fetal position - I wanted to pick her up and carry her out to the car and drive her to the hospital, but I decided to try something else first. I told her what could happen if it ruptured and she had internal bleeding. Then I told her I didn’t want to lose her just after finding her and that I wanted to be with her for many years to come. That seemed to work, she agreed to the surgery! Unfortunately, I couldn’t get her scheduled until late February, I just hope she doesn’t change her mind between now and then.

Meredith’s birthday - what a feat, being able to track down Buddy for her! I’d been working on that for a few months. It wasn’t easy, but with the help of my old med school classmate, I was able to find him. I feared that whoever had him would not be willing to sell him and was prepared to pay a lot more than he most likely was worth, but the farmer needed to find a home for him to retire to due to arthritis from an injury years ago, and he wanted him to go to a good home.

The Amish do not use telephones, except for in emergencies, but due to the circumstances and me being thousands of kilometres away, he made an exception as he wanted to talk to me before making a decision on whether to sell Buddy to me. I told him who I was, about me being a doctor and wanting to purchase the horse as a gift for my girlfriend who had worked with him years ago and bonded with him. I told him I could provide references for both of us, including a veterinary reference for Meredith - I was sure her vet would give a good one. He said one from the vet would suffice, so I called Steve Carmichael and he was happy to send one. I really wanted to go see the man and the horse but couldn’t think of a way to get away without telling Meredith where I was going and why.

The farmer agreed to sell Buddy to me and I sent an electronic transfer, then Karen helped me find a reliable horse trucker to bring him out here. She also got a friend to keep him for a couple weeks until Meredith’s birthday. Trucking him out here cost a small fortune, but it was well worth it and I am fully able to afford it. Seeing Meredith’s face when she realized which horse he was made it worth every penny I spent on him, including boarding him at Karen’s friend’s place, the vet check before I bought him, etc. My only hesitation was worrying that she’d spend more time with Buddy than me. That was a joke, in case you thought I was serious. Seeing Buddy’s reaction when he recognized Meredith brought a tear to my eye, too.

And then there was her birthday exam. I wanted every part of it to be something she wanted, which is why I had her choose a safe word. I was expecting her to say no to the restraints, but she didn’t. In fact, she accepted everything I did, and she had such an intense orgasm. I wasn’t expecting that, but when I realized she was aroused, I just had to put my finger on her clit. Afterwards, I had to take her right there with her feet in the stirrups and her legs wide open. I do think we should explore our medfet interests more. I’d never ever thought of doing these things until Meredith and I got involved.

And that, dear readers, brings you up to date on my thoughts on recent events. I’m really hoping Meredith follows through on allowing me to take that cyst out. Dang it, I should have had her give me her word.

Julie Anne’s christening went very well. I’m so proud to be her godfather and to have her named after me. The trust that her parents put in myself and Meredith to be here for her for years to come means a lot. I think they think we will be a couple forever. I sure hope we are.