A couple months back, when I first starting dating Doc, he sent me an article he found online that he thought I'd find of interest. It was a tongue-in-cheek guide to dating someone with aspirations of entering the medical profession. I say "aspirations" because Doc tells me repeatedly that if he fails out of med school, it will be my fault for distracting him so much. I found it funny at the time but as the months progress (and given that I haven't heard a word from my doctor-in-training boyfriend in a few days), I'm starting to wonder if maybe the author was writing not a humorous, take-this-with-a-grain-of-salt column, but the absolute truth, thinly veiled by heavy sarcasm.
I can't very well get mad at Doc for attending to his studies. I did enter into a relationship with him during his fourth year of med school, which means his hermit-like study habits predated me. And when he's not studying for some incredibly important practical/board/test, I do hear from him multiple times a day (yes, I'll begrudgingly admit that, although our communications consist largely of text messages and in retrospect, are mostly about my dog).
Part of the problem here, for me, is that nearly every person I tell about Doc responds to the news that I'm dating a future doctor in exactly the same manner: "Don't screw it up, Jen." Or some variation of the like. To which I'd like to respond, WTF?! What makes you think I'll be the one to ruin this relationship? The fact that I have had several failed relationships shouldn't mar me here, given I was not the direct cause of any of those break-ups... Or rather, I had not initiated any of those (catastrophic) endings. But that's neither here nor there...
Perhaps I'm overthinking this whole dating a med student thing, but with Doc MIA these days, I seem to have ample time at my disposal and this is apparently how I choose to fill it.
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