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In what can only be described as assholelike behavior, the civilians who do the scheduling scheduled the child neurology residents and fellows with a full day of appointments. OK, fine- but none of the adult residents/fellows had more than two afternoon appointments today.
So, it's now 8:07, my husband is STILL at work- it's going to start sleeting soon, we got rid of the car that does well in bad weather, and we were supposed to bring breakfast for the entire family- tonight, to my parents. (Where we were also supposed to have a lovely meal with most of my relatives.)
Christmas-no biggie, not religious, kid is too little, big fat PITA- haven't had a tree up in five years (I order myself a tree-shaped flower arrangement from 1800flowers). Easter- more of the above. Halloween- has completely gone from a fun holiday to a PITA. St. Patrick's Day- Not since college.
Thanksgiving is IT for me. My favorite holiday, with my favorite foods, at my favorite time of year and ONCE AGAIN, f-ing medicine has if not outright ruined it, at least put a HUGE damper on things.
Of course, the fact that the notes that he HAD to finish will still be there on Sunday, isn't exactly endearing my husband to me right now either. and WHY MUST HE CALL PATIENTS on Thanksgiving Eve? No one is HOME. Notes? Do them all day Sunday, it's not like he watches football anyway.
This, after he woke up late, had to iron his uniform, couldn't find his combat boots and then remembered that he left them at the hospital- so had to go rifling through the closet looking for his winter pair- which weren't in the closet because he puts nothing away- which meant that I had to wake up to remind him that he left them in the hallway last winter and I threw them in the hall closet after tripping over them 20 gazillion times.
Men, Holidays, Medicine. May they all rot.
Jenn
In what can only be described as assholelike behavior, the civilians who do the scheduling scheduled the child neurology residents and fellows with a full day of appointments. OK, fine- but none of the adult residents/fellows had more than two afternoon appointments today.
So, it's now 8:07, my husband is STILL at work- it's going to start sleeting soon, we got rid of the car that does well in bad weather, and we were supposed to bring breakfast for the entire family- tonight, to my parents. (Where we were also supposed to have a lovely meal with most of my relatives.)
Christmas-no biggie, not religious, kid is too little, big fat PITA- haven't had a tree up in five years (I order myself a tree-shaped flower arrangement from 1800flowers). Easter- more of the above. Halloween- has completely gone from a fun holiday to a PITA. St. Patrick's Day- Not since college.
Thanksgiving is IT for me. My favorite holiday, with my favorite foods, at my favorite time of year and ONCE AGAIN, f-ing medicine has if not outright ruined it, at least put a HUGE damper on things.
Of course, the fact that the notes that he HAD to finish will still be there on Sunday, isn't exactly endearing my husband to me right now either. and WHY MUST HE CALL PATIENTS on Thanksgiving Eve? No one is HOME. Notes? Do them all day Sunday, it's not like he watches football anyway.
This, after he woke up late, had to iron his uniform, couldn't find his combat boots and then remembered that he left them at the hospital- so had to go rifling through the closet looking for his winter pair- which weren't in the closet because he puts nothing away- which meant that I had to wake up to remind him that he left them in the hallway last winter and I threw them in the hall closet after tripping over them 20 gazillion times.
Men, Holidays, Medicine. May they all rot.
Jenn
We love you Jenn.
to the man doing notes on Wednesday night.....
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