'The World's wealthiest losers' by Margaret Nicholas

Thanks. I'm simply working towards being like you when i grow old up

ANGER

‘WHAT!!!’ I screamed

‘I’m sorry, Madam, it,  , it  was a ……’ The once confident doctor had suddenly turned to a stuttering slowpoke right before me.

‘IT WAS  WHAT?’  I roared as I threw the file he was holding out to me right at his face. The contents of the file echoed my mood as the contents angrily fell in different directions.

By now I was shaking uncontrollably with anger. I clenched my fist to stop me from trembling, all to no avail. I was going to say something, but wordless rambles was all that came out of my mouth. I was staring at the doctor intensely but was actually not seeing him. THE KILLER DOCTOR!

Suddenly my legs couldn’t support me any longer and I slumped on the visitors’ chair in the doctor’s office and started banging the table as if my very life depended on the consistency of the bang.

Its strange how situations bring out volcanic emotions you never knew existed in you; emotions you thought you had conquered with years of  trained demeanor and self-imposed discipline; career-induced comportment and a seen-it-all conviction. I, the quintessential ‘Cool and collected lady’, well, until a few days ago, that is.  All posh, decorum and comportment completely dumped for naked, unadulterated fury. It's scary.

‘Madam…, ’

‘IF YOU UTTER ONE MORE WORD, I’LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD’. He looked into my eyes and saw I meant it and finally gave up on trying to justify murder, yes, murder which in all honesty I feel is an understatement of  the effect of his actions.

You would have thought I was addressing a little kid who had committed a life-threatening crime. A little kid, it was not but life-threatening, it very much was and more.

Several minutes of silent, seething anger later, I was ready to talk.

‘The results… the HIV result…why….what happened?’
‘I really do not know how to explain this. All I can say is that there was a mix-up somewhere and the wrong result was used for you. However subsequent tests we carried out on you shows a HIV/AIDS negative result. I apologize immensely.’
The only acknowledgement he got was a slow nod and torrents of tears.
‘I know this must have caused you a lot of emotional and psychological turmoil but please look at the upside. You do not have the syndrome!’ he went on, his excitement totally lost on me.
He got a caustic, pained smile and more silence in response.
‘Look madam, if I were you, I’ll immediately call my family and tell them the good news and move on with my life’
‘Family?’ I asked. He nodded with a reassuring smile, one which was quick to turn sour when he saw the look on my face.
‘My Dad, the only surviving family I have, had a heart attack and passed away when the news of HIV leaked to him last week.’ I answered as he stared in shock at the  stone-cold look on my face, one that has been there ever since.

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I'v read some nice pieces but got lazy and started doing some random reading . Will try to post soon but let me know if i missed something in the process (the rules, that is)

Lovely, lovely thread.