tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106006563071733370.post6783701261453113879..comments2023-04-13T04:33:21.859-05:00Comments on Music & Medicine: PGY1, Day 1Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05097621884225003341noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106006563071733370.post-13716560735953148102011-07-06T22:23:26.199-05:002011-07-06T22:23:26.199-05:00I was just browsing online and stumbled across you...I was just browsing online and stumbled across your blog, but I wanted to say I totally understand the loneliness that comes with a husband's crazy, over-intense job. I hope it's going well though, and I'm wishing you all the best.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16644613647401437326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106006563071733370.post-29878798870133193902011-07-06T21:04:47.805-05:002011-07-06T21:04:47.805-05:00Totally honestly, honest, honest, honest- PGY 1 w...Totally honestly, honest, honest, honest- PGY 1 was the hardest year of our marriage. <br /><br />He did a surgery intern year. By about the 2nd month he was a shadow of his former self. Deep sunken eyes with permanent black circles. He would walk in around 7 pm, fall into bed without even saying hello and was up and gone again at 3 am. That's when he wasn't on call. <br /><br />I found a potted plant outside the hospital that I would leave a bag behind on call nights. In the bag would be fresh socks, toothbrush and toothpaste, and a plate of cookies. That was all I could do. <br /><br />I had a new baby at the beginning of that year and 2 other children and the pain around that fatherless year I can't even talk about.<br /><br />Just get through! It has never been like that again!TheFamousStaciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07755461640864154378noreply@blogger.com