It's been 20 days...since Dr.Hottie had a day off. 20 days of either no sleep or a 3:15am wake up call. 20 straight days of surgeries and obsessing over patient care. With each passing day, I have less compassion for the patients. Day 1 of the streak, when Dr.H would tell me a patient story I would likely respond, "That's awful. I hope they get better soon." Today is day 19. Dr. H just called to say it will be a busy night with two patients with severe belly pain. At the expense of sounding like a cold-hearted bitch my first thought was, "Screw their belly pain. I'm so sick of hearing patient stories!" Instead of taking a moment to think of how awful the patient and their family must feel, I find myself irritated. I just want one freaking day with Dr.H, my husband- not Dr.H- surgeon who's taking care of patient x,y,z.
With so many days in a row at work, Dr. H has an increasingly hard time of shedding the patients when he comes home. Their situations are weighing heavily on his shoulders and our little apartment doesn't have room for them. Well the streak ends tomorrow, and we are escaping. There will be: no cell service, fresh air, wide open spaces, new trails to explore, and most importantly- no hospitals. Here's to new experiences and quenching the thirst for adventure.
With so many days in a row at work, Dr. H has an increasingly hard time of shedding the patients when he comes home. Their situations are weighing heavily on his shoulders and our little apartment doesn't have room for them. Well the streak ends tomorrow, and we are escaping. There will be: no cell service, fresh air, wide open spaces, new trails to explore, and most importantly- no hospitals. Here's to new experiences and quenching the thirst for adventure.