I don't know of many things more stressful than interviewing for a job--whether it is for a match in a residency or a post-residency spot with a practice. As a working adult, I've had plenty of interviews in my own career. Here's hoping that all of the recent match interviews and upcoming job interviews for my friends in the medical field are less stressful than the video.
Right before my sister, Renee, and I went to Ireland, I discovered the Golden Crown Literary Society and discovered that they were having their annual conference in New Orleans a few days after we were scheduled to return. I debated whether to go; after all, it would be a valuable networking experience for my writing life and it was in New Orleans.
Last weekend, we headed back to Little Rock for a wedding; one of my oldest and dearest friends (who was a witness to our wedding in 2007) married one of my new friends that I met at a Writing Workshop in 2013.
Who knew that one of the most valuable parts of the weekend would be hanging out on the deck with a bunch of UAMS 2013 grads?
I feel like in most of the articles, social media posts, and blogs I read about the residency experience that we focus on what our medical partners aren't giving us--their time, attention, a break from doing the dishes or laundry. What about what we're giving ourselves?
My initial motivation for starting "The Other Half" when I did came from reading Erica Camp's "What I wish I knew: Advice for Spouses of Doctors and Residents." It was when I got to #4 that I really rolled my eyes, refilled my wine glass, and started typing.
Not too long ago, someone asked me if the term "resident widow," referring to the status of a spouse of a resident, was a term I came up with. I didn't really think it was, and a quick Google search confirmed this. (See here; at least one other person in the world has used it).
In starting this blog I've been thinking a lot lately about whether I'm just whiny or if there is a larger issue with non-traditional spouse relationships in the larger world of medicine. I fear the whiny label because frankly that's how a lot of the younger wives sound to me when they complain about their doctor husbands not paying enough attention to them.
I got your attention with that headline, didn't I? Let me explain.
I'm working on a new fiction project that involves an extra-marital affair. I, myself, am a serial monogamist. I used to think that I didn't get the whole affair thing. And, on many levels I still don't. But, I remember remarking to a friend in the first year of residency that I think I can understand how it happens better now than I ever could before, at least in medical marriages.
This blog is written from the perspective of an older medical spouse who happens to be childless by choice. I hope that husbands, older spouses, those childless by choice, and others will find this entertaining and occasionally useful.