First, I want to thank each and every one of you for your time. I have had problems before with him and tPF ladies were so supportive and caring. I'm truly lucky to have you guys.
So here's another chapter in my tumultuous relationship. I'm a medical student and I'm currently on a surgery rotation. Last night when I was on call, a truama came into the ER. This poor 17 year old kid who had lost so much blood on the accident scene, that he came in blue. I couldn't believe he was still conscious and talking. He asked one of the nurses if he'd be OK. At that moment, I teared up thinking that he might not (I'm a wuss when it comes to death. I still haven't "gotten used to it")
We take him to the OR, and when the truama doc opened him up, LITERS AND LITERS of blood came pouring out. It was like a waterfall. The whole floor of the operating room was red. I've NEVER seen such a thing. Long story short, he blew out his whole abdominal wall muscles from the strain of the seatbelt. He severed his main arterial supply to his bowels, which were taken out because they turned black. He's stable now. He'll be going back to the OR for reconstruction of his abdomen. I very surprised he's alive. But I thank God, and I thank the excellent surgeons that were there.
So, how is this all relevant? Well, when I was suturing his thigh, I think I stuck myself with the needle. I inspected my thumb after the surgery was over and I couldn't see a break in the skin. It just hurt A LOT! So, I followed the protocol and I filed an incident report. That means they check his blood for HIV, and if positive, I start taking antiretroviral medications. I just wanted to be safe, because you never know who has it.
So after I leave the hospital, I call my bf to tell him what happened. Being a doctor, I thought he would have some good advice. At least as my bf he can console me. But when I told him, he said in the most calm, unattached, disingenuine and uninterested manner possible "Oh baby, I'm sorry". That's it. No, "you're going to be fine" or, "what can I do for you", or asking more about the situation. Then I aked him why he was so calm. He claimed that he didn't know what to say, and that I should know that his outlook on these sorts of things is "well, what are you going to do. things happen".
I told him that he's not giving me the kind of support I need right now and that I'm freaked out, so I wanted to call my brother instead. Maybe he would be more empathetic. Instead of asking me what he can do better, or what I need from him, he said "well, why won't you go find someone else then". I said that I just need something he's not giving me, so I want to talk to someone else, like a family member. Then he follow by saying, "well, next time I want something you can't give me, I'll go to someone else too" (we're in a long distance relationship, and that was a loaded response)
I haven't called him, nor has he called me. And now I'm crying all day because he doesn't even care to call me to ask what happen with the HIV test results!! I want your honest opinion, did I do something wrong? Or I'm a justified in feeling abandoned and cheated?
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for your time and support.
Love you guys
So here's another chapter in my tumultuous relationship. I'm a medical student and I'm currently on a surgery rotation. Last night when I was on call, a truama came into the ER. This poor 17 year old kid who had lost so much blood on the accident scene, that he came in blue. I couldn't believe he was still conscious and talking. He asked one of the nurses if he'd be OK. At that moment, I teared up thinking that he might not (I'm a wuss when it comes to death. I still haven't "gotten used to it")
We take him to the OR, and when the truama doc opened him up, LITERS AND LITERS of blood came pouring out. It was like a waterfall. The whole floor of the operating room was red. I've NEVER seen such a thing. Long story short, he blew out his whole abdominal wall muscles from the strain of the seatbelt. He severed his main arterial supply to his bowels, which were taken out because they turned black. He's stable now. He'll be going back to the OR for reconstruction of his abdomen. I very surprised he's alive. But I thank God, and I thank the excellent surgeons that were there.
So, how is this all relevant? Well, when I was suturing his thigh, I think I stuck myself with the needle. I inspected my thumb after the surgery was over and I couldn't see a break in the skin. It just hurt A LOT! So, I followed the protocol and I filed an incident report. That means they check his blood for HIV, and if positive, I start taking antiretroviral medications. I just wanted to be safe, because you never know who has it.
So after I leave the hospital, I call my bf to tell him what happened. Being a doctor, I thought he would have some good advice. At least as my bf he can console me. But when I told him, he said in the most calm, unattached, disingenuine and uninterested manner possible "Oh baby, I'm sorry". That's it. No, "you're going to be fine" or, "what can I do for you", or asking more about the situation. Then I aked him why he was so calm. He claimed that he didn't know what to say, and that I should know that his outlook on these sorts of things is "well, what are you going to do. things happen".
I told him that he's not giving me the kind of support I need right now and that I'm freaked out, so I wanted to call my brother instead. Maybe he would be more empathetic. Instead of asking me what he can do better, or what I need from him, he said "well, why won't you go find someone else then". I said that I just need something he's not giving me, so I want to talk to someone else, like a family member. Then he follow by saying, "well, next time I want something you can't give me, I'll go to someone else too" (we're in a long distance relationship, and that was a loaded response)
I haven't called him, nor has he called me. And now I'm crying all day because he doesn't even care to call me to ask what happen with the HIV test results!! I want your honest opinion, did I do something wrong? Or I'm a justified in feeling abandoned and cheated?
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for your time and support.
Love you guys