Hi everyone...this is my first post on the main board. I posted an intro a couple of days ago, so you can get an idea of my background there, but I just need a chance to let off steam first. I am sorry this first post is a bit negative, but finding this board has been a real lifesaver for me. So thank you for anyone who manages to get to the end of my story here, and I hope it doesn't give you too negative a picture of me! The basic outline is - I am the Australian wife of a Japanese cardiac surgeon, and we live in Japan, where the working hours are horrific.
It's been a tough few days. I spent most of Sunday moping
around alone in tears after DH left for another two-day shift, and I
haven't really been able to snap out of the mood since then. I am so
sleep-deprived with DH's ridiculous working hours, there is
absolutely no schedule in my life now, and sleeping and eating
happen at completely irregular intervals. My social life (very
minimal these days) also revolves around when DH will be home. I
know these things are not recommended practice, but if I didn't do
it this way, we would never spend time together.
On the weekend while DH was on call, I did a silly thing - I
calculated how many hours he works per week. This week it's been
100, which is standard, but even on a good week, it's never less
than 85 or so. He is not a resident - this is what it is like for Japanese specialists forever. I was aware when marrying DH that his hours were
going to be bad, (so this is my own fault!) but I didn't realise just
how tough it would be in practice. Having just moved to a new city,
I still haven't made a lot of connections, so I am feeling very
isolated.
I also worry a lot about his health - at least he doesn't smoke or
drink, but he is developing terrible atopic dermatitis for which I
apply treatment every night, and which flares up in the most
painful way after he finishes a 36 hour shift. He scratches
incessantly now and his body is covered in red welts and cuts from
his nails. If he was his own patient, he would tell himself to go
and rest, but he himself has no way of taking his own advice. I hate
to see him suffer, and it is so frustrating to see the effect his
hours have on him. He is an incredibly good man and hardly ever gets
grumpy even when he has had no sleep or is being driven insane by
the itchiness, but at the same time, I get so jealous to see the
life-force being sucked out of him by his job, often leaving only an
empty shell to come home to me. He tries very hard to keep me happy,
and often that only serves to make me feel more guilty - how can I
ask any more of someone who is already doing it so tough? But at the
same time, who is going to be there for ME?
Maybe I'm noticing it more at the moment because I am on holidays from my own job, so the days seem even longer. It does mean that I can be available to be with him whenever he does finally make it home. But it also leaves a lot more time for me to sit and worry about how hard the
future will be - it's tough now, so what would child-rearing be
like? (I think it was the possibility that one day I will have to give birth alone which set off this process in the first place!)
Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets I married this wonderful guy.
But right now, the work situation is just breaking my heart. I can
only hope that if we make it to Australia one day, the hospital system there will be more forgiving. But for now, we are stuck. I am sure others
of you are in similar situations. What do you do?
Thank you very much for reading through this whole, looong first posting. I look forward to being able to contribute more positively to this board in the future, and really appreciate any feedback you have for me.
It's been a tough few days. I spent most of Sunday moping
around alone in tears after DH left for another two-day shift, and I
haven't really been able to snap out of the mood since then. I am so
sleep-deprived with DH's ridiculous working hours, there is
absolutely no schedule in my life now, and sleeping and eating
happen at completely irregular intervals. My social life (very
minimal these days) also revolves around when DH will be home. I
know these things are not recommended practice, but if I didn't do
it this way, we would never spend time together.
On the weekend while DH was on call, I did a silly thing - I
calculated how many hours he works per week. This week it's been
100, which is standard, but even on a good week, it's never less
than 85 or so. He is not a resident - this is what it is like for Japanese specialists forever. I was aware when marrying DH that his hours were
going to be bad, (so this is my own fault!) but I didn't realise just
how tough it would be in practice. Having just moved to a new city,
I still haven't made a lot of connections, so I am feeling very
isolated.
I also worry a lot about his health - at least he doesn't smoke or
drink, but he is developing terrible atopic dermatitis for which I
apply treatment every night, and which flares up in the most
painful way after he finishes a 36 hour shift. He scratches
incessantly now and his body is covered in red welts and cuts from
his nails. If he was his own patient, he would tell himself to go
and rest, but he himself has no way of taking his own advice. I hate
to see him suffer, and it is so frustrating to see the effect his
hours have on him. He is an incredibly good man and hardly ever gets
grumpy even when he has had no sleep or is being driven insane by
the itchiness, but at the same time, I get so jealous to see the
life-force being sucked out of him by his job, often leaving only an
empty shell to come home to me. He tries very hard to keep me happy,
and often that only serves to make me feel more guilty - how can I
ask any more of someone who is already doing it so tough? But at the
same time, who is going to be there for ME?
Maybe I'm noticing it more at the moment because I am on holidays from my own job, so the days seem even longer. It does mean that I can be available to be with him whenever he does finally make it home. But it also leaves a lot more time for me to sit and worry about how hard the
future will be - it's tough now, so what would child-rearing be
like? (I think it was the possibility that one day I will have to give birth alone which set off this process in the first place!)
Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets I married this wonderful guy.
But right now, the work situation is just breaking my heart. I can
only hope that if we make it to Australia one day, the hospital system there will be more forgiving. But for now, we are stuck. I am sure others
of you are in similar situations. What do you do?
Thank you very much for reading through this whole, looong first posting. I look forward to being able to contribute more positively to this board in the future, and really appreciate any feedback you have for me.
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