24 Hours

That’s how long it is before I get to see my husband right now. His first two blocks (which are a month long at a time) are night shifts – four on, three off. Now I’m working a regular 8 to 5 job Monday through Friday. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful and grateful for my job. I was starting to panic/get antsy that I wasn’t going to find anything. And thankfully, through hard work & the grace of God, I got a job. For privacy purposes, I won’t say here where I’m working or currently where Geoff is working. But if you follow me on social media, or know me in real life, then you definitely already know.

Anyways, I digress. It’s hard not getting a lot of time with your significant other. I’m used to seeing my husband every day for more than an hour….before residency it was 24/7 almost. Literally. Yes there were times when I just wanted to push him away and say “give me some breathing room, man”. But now? Man I would kill for days like that again. I love working and being busy. I love challenging my mind and skills, it’s necessary for me to not become stagnant and unintelligent. I’m understanding now though that time is precious. You could say “well duh Michaella, everyone knows that” and roll your eyes. However though, there is truth to it. Time is precious. Moments are precious.

We’re only a few weeks into this residency journey and we’re making leaps & bounds in our relationship. The time we do get together are meaningful and full of adventure. We (and by we, I mean myself) try to put our devices our down and actually have a conversation. We’re realizing that there is no way either of us can do this journey without the other. For those that don’t have someone to support them, I have to admire them because it’s hard to go through medical school, residency, etc. It is draining in all facets of life – emotionally, mentally, physically. And then that takes a toll on ones relationships and possibly even ones work/career.

I know we have to go through these tough patches to get to the blessings. But I would be lying if I said this was easy. So I’ll lift my chin, roll my shoulders back, hold my husband’s hand, and walk ahead. For now, I’m going to eat ice cream and count down the hours till I get to hug, snuggle, and kiss my husband. Only roughly 21 hours to go.

Sigh