The clock is showing a new day. Today is DH's last day in the lab. He has Wednesday and Thursday off this week and then he starts clinicals on Friday. PGY6 here we come. DH starts the first weekend off with a bang: Friday and Sunday call. They have arranged the schedule so he is either on call (and gone) all weekend or off all weekend. I *hope* this works out better.
Since I have to describe every little twinge of pain , you all know that in late April/early May we went through some growing pains at the thought of returning to this lifestyle. Recently, we have come back to our easy, safe place with each other. It is what it is. We have to finish because we are too far gone.
I recently realized that while residency absolutely sucks, part of this "suck factor" can be attributed to DH's workaholic ways. I think if he was a teacher/pilot/grocery store owner, he would have a hard time establishing a work/life balance. In the call room, a fellow surg spouse/survivor called her DH a pager monkey. My mental imagery is more of a beloved working dog that has to get his "Atta boys" even though the humans are abusing him (and as a corollary to this--his family).
The good news is that I'm in a happier place and more mature than I was during the first three years. DH and I have a lot of good times to buffer us and we are very devoted to one another. I love my kids and I have great work/life balance. I will miss DH, but I'm in a better stronger place. My anxieties are high, but I guess will just have to make this work. What choice do we have? Sometimes I have a really hard time cleaving away which stressors are self created and which are real. Seriously, is this me? Maybe things ARE rough all over and I'm just giving myself too much credit. I don't know. Almost all of my thirty-something friends with kids are peeing their pants right now about money. Regardless of how the media spins it, the economy is in the crapper. At least there is hope that someday we will be in a better place financially.
Sorry for the blog. Please send loving, warm thoughts my way. Oh yeah. I had dental surgery yesterday and tomorrow. Honestly, the physical pain was less than the $280 copay.
Po' po' pitiful me.
Kelly
Since I have to describe every little twinge of pain , you all know that in late April/early May we went through some growing pains at the thought of returning to this lifestyle. Recently, we have come back to our easy, safe place with each other. It is what it is. We have to finish because we are too far gone.
I recently realized that while residency absolutely sucks, part of this "suck factor" can be attributed to DH's workaholic ways. I think if he was a teacher/pilot/grocery store owner, he would have a hard time establishing a work/life balance. In the call room, a fellow surg spouse/survivor called her DH a pager monkey. My mental imagery is more of a beloved working dog that has to get his "Atta boys" even though the humans are abusing him (and as a corollary to this--his family).
The good news is that I'm in a happier place and more mature than I was during the first three years. DH and I have a lot of good times to buffer us and we are very devoted to one another. I love my kids and I have great work/life balance. I will miss DH, but I'm in a better stronger place. My anxieties are high, but I guess will just have to make this work. What choice do we have? Sometimes I have a really hard time cleaving away which stressors are self created and which are real. Seriously, is this me? Maybe things ARE rough all over and I'm just giving myself too much credit. I don't know. Almost all of my thirty-something friends with kids are peeing their pants right now about money. Regardless of how the media spins it, the economy is in the crapper. At least there is hope that someday we will be in a better place financially.
Sorry for the blog. Please send loving, warm thoughts my way. Oh yeah. I had dental surgery yesterday and tomorrow. Honestly, the physical pain was less than the $280 copay.
Po' po' pitiful me.
Kelly
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