In case you don’t know, my husband is a second year surgery resident. I’m really proud of him – he’s smart, he works hard, and he’s done a great job in his surgeries lately. But it’s an interesting and often crazy life. Fortunately, he’s in the post-80 hour work week world, meaning that he’s not supposed to work more than 80 hours a week. It’s averaged out over 4 weeks, which means he could work 100 one week if he works 60 another. But on average, he works 70-80 hours a week.
This is one of those weeks that’s been a little more crazy. He’s worked 50 hours already this week and it’s only Tuesday! Did I mention that I’ve only seen him for an hour and a half since Friday morning. I’m getting pretty good at being on my own when I know he’ll be gone, but I’m still having a hard time when I expect him to be home and he’s not. Since he was working Sunday night, I expected Monday to be an earlier day, but he didn’t get home until 8:00. So surely today would be earlier, right? Ha! I’m happy that he was able to do the case he did tonight, but I was about to cry when he called at 7:00 to say they were starting a case and that he wouldn’t be home for a few more hours, especially since I knew I would be gone tomorrow night and wouldn’t get home until nearly bedtime. That makes six days straight in which we will have seen each other for only a couple hours total. I know it could be so much worse. I have friends whose husbands are deployed and others who are on their own all the time, with and without kids. But it’s still hard and it still takes a toll on us.
I hear his car (it needs muffler work), so I’ll close now. Please pray for us that God’s grace would be sufficient, that we would find our joy in Him and that He would draw us together in deeper unity.