Two Different Worlds June 10, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Family, Medical School, My Former Dog Children, My Handsome Husband, Princess Hannah , 4commentsMy husband is a busy guy. He’s gone a lot helping people that have special needs. Needs like “cut off my leg” or “cut out the cancer in my arm.”
Not regular needs if you catch my drift.
He works long hours, and never has a chance to eat.
Ever.
(Okay, well, sometimes he has five seconds here or there to eat something so I may have exaggerated a bit.) He comes home starving after a long day in surgery with the most interesting stories. Stories that make me gasp, (WHAT? YOU CUT OFF A GUYS LEG?) cover my mouth, (YOU CUT OUT A GROWTH HOW BIG?) and sometimes make me throw up a little bit in my mouth (YOU GIVE SHOTS IN THE KNEES? EWE!).
He leaves early in the morning before the kids get up, (those of you who have kids know this is early because kids rise and shine early) and often returns home after they’ve gone to bed.
We miss him and love to share what little time he has.
After a “normal” day for him, (a day that would make most of us have post traumatic stress) he comes home to watch Hannah jump her little heart out, chat it up with the neighbors, and watch Paris run around the backyard.
(Hannah was jumping with all her might screaming, “Mommy! I’m jumping CRAZY!” She was so satisfied.)
(look at her tongue that is too big for her mouth!)
He even carves out a little time to shoot the breeze with me while watching our dog sleep.
I’m so glad he’s not going into surgery.
Killer hours.
Killer diet.
Killer for the family.
