Trauma

No, we're not hurt (though I do have a cold). Spencer started his final rotation of third year on Monday. For the next two months, he will be doing surgery. Trauma at Froedtert this month, then general surgery at a Waukesha Hospital next. Actually, if you consider that 4th year will also see him doing surgery in his first month (July), we're looking at 3 long months of Spencer living the life of a surgeon. Follow that up with anesthesia in August (his passion) and we're looking at 4 long months of early mornings followed by long days and evening doing not much more than falling asleep on the couch while watching TV. Oh yeah! Our life rocks! Fortunately, I make my (hopefully) permanent exit from surgery next week so only one of us will have to suffer through the irritation of actually dealing with surgeons. (Think giant walking egos.)

So what, pray tell, does the life of a surgeon entail? Well for some ungodly reason, surgeons enjoy getting to work at the crazy hour of 5 AM (egad man!) to round on patients and prep for surgeries that typically start around 7 AM. This means that Spencer gets up around 4:30 AM so he can shower, eat, and walk his cute little tushy over to the hospital. He then spends the day doing something surgical related and makes it home by 5 PM-ish. Sometimes he's later than that. He also has call nights every few days where he goes in at 5 AM and stays a full 24 hours or more, then comes home and crashes the next day. At least he gets the day off, though. Monday was his first day, but it was also supposed to be his first call day. However, because they had some class on Tuesday that would have potentially put him over the number of hours he is allowed to work in one period he didn't stay the night. Instead he worked until 10 PM (mind you, he went in at 5 AM), then came home and slept a little before heading back in at 5 AM the next morning. He worked until 6 PM that day. Grrr... Not only does that make him extremely tired, it means that i hardly get to see him anymore (and I'm very partial to seeing him). The good news is that he get Friday off. The bad news is that he has to work on Saturday (on call, overnight). The other good news is that he will get another weekday off this month. The bad news is I will be working. The even worse news is that he's on call on our anniversary, which is the same day that I start my new job, which means I will most likely not get to see him that day at all plus I'll have just started the job and will most likely need to talk to him about it. Let me repeat my previous sentiment....GRRRR!