I was on call one night when a 22-year-old woman came in with a severe vaginal tear.
She wasn't in any pain. Instead, she livestreamed herself, saying, “Men these days are such a hassle. That middle-aged guy took his pills twice in one night.”
“He even said his wife was like a mannequin. She doesn't even respond with an ‘mm’ or an ‘ah.’”
It was an emergency, so I told her to put away her phone and get ready for surgery.
She acted as if she hadn't heard me and kept livestreaming.
This lunatic made my blood run cold.
The classmate who had brought her asked, “Do you have money for the medical bills?”
She replied as if it were obvious, “I'll just call that middle-aged guy. He said that if I didn't have enough money to spend, I could take his wife's!”
Twenty minutes later, the man she'd been talking about arrived.
To my shock, it was my husband.
