Resident graduation is next month, and I'm already starting to be sad about goodbyes.
I'm working on some new projects, one of which is a collection of essays that I'm tentatively titling Break Up Stories. The collection is in part motivated by some recent comments made by my ex who is apparently starting a life-coaching business. I know that most of you who read this blog probably don't have any idea of that portion of my life--my twenties--but let's just say if you know my ex-husband (see, you probably didn't know that happened) you will probably laugh right along with me about the idea of him coaching people on life choices.
I tell you this to give you some insight into my brain space of late. The academic year is rolling to an end and Dr. D will be in her last year of residency. We're looking at houses in our town to be (more on that later), and we're trying to make sure that we get in as much Kansas City good times as possible in the next year. We're going to more Royals games, for instance, and going on Friday night date nights at our favorite spots whenever possible.
Sadly, we also have to say goodbye to some people Dr. D has spent a good bit of time with over the last three years. Not only is the senior class graduating and two of the four headed out of state, but one of the attendings is leaving, as well.
I read somewhere years ago that by the time a break up happens that the relationship has been over for an average of two years. I know that once we made that halfway mark this time last year that something shifted for me. I knew we could make it the next two years. Now, with a contract on the way and the slow movement of folks to new jobs, I feel it more than ever.
And, I promise more updates as soon as the ink is on the contract.
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.