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Lives of Doctor Wives: How was YOUR day?

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

How was YOUR day?

One of the other DWs brought up a great topic (thanks, Shayna!) in the comments on my last post.

So, I want to know how many of you has this happened to?

Me: "My day was terrible, hon, my boss yelled at me, I cried, I messed up a big report and blah blah blah..."

Hubs: "Wow, that sounds awful"

Me: "Yeah, it was. Tell me how was YOUR day?"

Hubs: "I had a two patients die on me and then one of the other docs called in sick and I had to skip lunch and work 3 hours over unpaid.."

Talk about disproportional bad days. I don't work in the medical world or really anything like it, so my bad days will never be proportionately bad as HIS bad days. Which, hey, that's ok because it gives me perspective and makes me grateful, but at the same time...it kind of makes me feel just an eensy weensy bit smaller inside. Not even sure if that makes sense.

This story is always one to pull out when you're at one of those awkward dinner parties with people that ask you with stars in their eyes "so what's it really like to be a doctor's wife?"

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Blogger Karisa and John said...

There was one time when I was pregnant with my 2nd child, and I needed to change a diaper for my 1st child. Without fail, every time I changed a messy diaper, I threw up-- it was horrible! My husband should have been done work by that time of day, so I desperately called, texted, and paged him to ask if he could hurry up and come home to change the diaper for me.

About 20 minutes went by with no response, so I finally changed the messy diaper, and then called my husband and left a wo-is-me message saying, "forget about it. I already changed the diaper, and of course I vomited-- again."

My husband came home so apologetic that he couldn't be there to help, and it turns out that while I was calling/texting/paging him, he was doing chest compressions on a middle-aged patient whose heart had just stopped. (And the patient didn't survive.) I felt really dumb, and it definitely put my pregnancy sickness into perspective.

It's interesting having a husband who I need so much, but everyone else does too.

July 28, 2011 at 10:38 AM  
Blogger Kristen said...

Oh my gosh, Karisa! I can't believe that happened to you. What a funny story (in retrospect).

It stinks when I am all full of hateful comments for the hubs when he comes home late but he just lets the air out of my argument with a "oh, I'm late because I had a patient die, etc. etc. etc."

July 28, 2011 at 3:23 PM  
Blogger Married to a Machine said...


It totally makes sense when you say that made you feel an eensy weensy bit smaller inside. I get that smaller inside feeling a lot when situations like that one arise and make it so apparent that my career, my intelligence, and my time are just not on the same level as his. The biggest smaller inside moments are when we hang out with all the other residents and the thing they choose to talk about all night are so above my head that it makes me crazy. Even when they just start talking about the hospital I can't relate b/c I don't work there. Thanks for sharing that because at least now I know that I am not the only one that has had that feeling.
Kristen (yes we have the same name)

August 17, 2011 at 6:22 PM  
Blogger Old MD Girl said...

ACK! Ladies! Just because being a doctor entails some heavy stuff (death, chest compressions, etc.) doesn't mean you don't have a right to be upset when your boss yells at you, or that it doesn't suck when you vomit every time you change your child's diaper. That stuff is crappy too. Being a doctor is great at putting petty things into perspective, but your problems aren't actually petty, and I really hope your husbands don't play the doctor card to make you feel like your problems aren't important too. And OMG, I wanted to throw up a little myself when Married to a Machine said that her intelligence was not on the same level as her husband's. Get some self esteem, woman! You are just as valuable a person. Sheesh!

September 16, 2011 at 9:29 AM  
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