Sorry everyone, I’m not up to writing about bad daters or my current dating life now. I’ll get to that later in the week.
Yesterday was a really bad day. I woke up pretty sick. Not, ‘I feel bad I think I’ll stay home from work sick’, but ‘something’s really not right with my body I need to call my dr. sick’.
Skip ahead several hours and my doctor told me to go immediately to the emergency room. I did and I spent the whole day there and I’m technically fine (meaning they couldn’t figure out what was wrong but I’m feeling a bit better today and will see a specialist soon for follow up tests).
Anyway, last night I called a friend to tell him what happened and he said, “well at least you got a funny story out of it.” I thought about it and no. Yesterday was not funny. It just sucked. Completely sucked.
However, in trying to find yesterday’s silver lining I recalled the first time I went to an emergency room here in NYC. I was in my early 20s and had had horrible stomach craps for days and pretty much couldn’t get off the floor of my apt. Eventually I called a friend who helped me to the ER. I ended up spending 3 weeks as a patient (it was more than just a little stomach ache and the lovely residents took a while to figure out what was wrong with me). In that time, one of the doctors on my case started to flirt with me. He would hang out in my room and talk with me and cheer me up.
He was hot as hell and about a decade older than I was and I knew it was inappropriate but I didn’t care. I figured it was harmless. After I was released I had to go in for one follow-up visit as an outpatient. Well, you can bet I looked my best and you can also bet he noticed. I don’t know what I thought would happen. I guess I hoped he would ask me out, but he didn’t.
That night I called information (yes, this was THAT long ago – I didn’t even know how to use a computer back then) and got his number. In his flirting he had mentioned the neighborhood he lived in and his last name wasn’t so common so as to make it impossible to track him down. I called him up and asked him out and he said yes. It wasn’t a quick yes, though. At first he said he didn’t think it would be appropriate as I was his patient. I said OK and was about to say goodbye when he interrupted me to say that as long as we didn’t go out anywhere near the hospital and weren’t seen together it would be OK (yeah, he was a sleazebag).
We dated casually for months. He was an arrogant, obnoxious jerk. It’s because of him that I rarely will go out with doctors. But it was kind of fun, because I wanted something and I went after it and well…
I’ve always liked that story. But yesterday, yesterday sucked. I won’t be talking about that for years to come.
Tags: funny story, suck