Warning: Somewhat rambling account ahead.
So there I am, Sunday night about 9 days ago, enjoying a few episodes of Firefly with my dog asleep at my feet and a glass of Glenfiddich -
life is pretty good. Then I recieve a phone call from an ex-girlfriend (who shall be know as Worthless-Cheating-Hateful-Slut, WCHS, from here on).
Some background, I went out with WCHS for about 5 months around Xmas of 2003, after finding out from some friends that she was
screwing any guy under the age of 40 with a heartbeat who was capable of bi-pedal locomotion, I ditched her & never looked back.
She then moved out of town & I havn’t heard from her since.
WCHS: Hi Vagus, this is WCHS
Me: Yes… (somewhat coldly).
WHSC: - some fairly mindless smalltalk.
Me: Uh huh, so any reason you called?
WHCS: Well, I’m not sure how to put this…(At this point I’m half-expecting to be named in a paternity suit)
WHCS: I’ve been pretty ill lately, they think its HIV, you should go get a blood test done.
- So this is what it feels like when your heart stops! -
That was my evening pretty fucked up!
First thing Monday morning I head off to the Hospital to get blood taken, with the results expected back a week later.
The whole week was hellish, sleepless nights, distraced at work, wondering what the outcomes of the test would be, if they came back positive how I would go about telling my parents, how it would effect my current relationship, going back over the time we were together and trying to figure out if I could have caught anything (I always did the right thing re: safe-sex, her attitude was a bit more blase about that, so I wouldn’t be suprised over anything she had managed to contract).
Got my results back yesterday - all clear!!! Yeah me!!
I gave WCHS a call tonight to let her know how things went.
Me: Hey WCHS, it Vagus.
WCHS: How are you?
Me: Fine, results came back all clear.
WCHS: Yeah, same with me.
Me: Say that again.
WCHS: My test results came back negative, found out last Wednesday.
Me: So let me get this straight, you tell me you have HIV, when you don’t know for sure, then you let me spend a week waiting for results when
you knew a few days after your first phone call that there was no threat?
WCHS: (apparently figuring out that I was pissed-off) Well, I knew your results would be OK, so whats the problem?.
Me: This has to have been one of the worst times of my life, would a simple phone call - LAST WEEK - have hurt??
**WCHS: **Well now you know how I felt when you dumped me!
Me: Oh, go fuck yourself you worthless cheating hateful slut. click
Now I’m trying to figure out if this whole episode was genuine & unthinking (probable), genuine & uncaring (possible) or fake & venegful (possible).
How was your week?