Nick is on night call for the next six weeks. Basically, this means that he works from 5 p.m.-7 a.m., comes home and sleeps from 8 a.m.-2 p.m., then does some reading and goes back in to the hospital. What's frustrating is that this schedule change is wreaking havoc with my own dissertation writing. It took me almost a month to get into a routine writing schedule, and now that he is here during the day I can't seem to make myself stick to it.
A large part of my reluctance to write when he is here has to do with the two of us sharing his computer. He needs to download patient records and professional reading before he goes into work, and I don't want to get on a writing binge and have him interrupt it (nothing annoys me more than having a great idea, then being unable to work with it immediately. When that happens, I just drop the idea entirely--it leaves my head and disappears into the ether before I can get it down on paper). The other part concerns his alarms. They are several in number. They are ear-piercingly loud--we're talking nuclear drill loud, should-be-illegal-because-they-will-permanently-damage-your-hearing loud. I still get an adrenaline shock whenever I hear one (my body thinks the end is nigh or something). When the alarms go off, whatever thoughts I was transferring from my brain onto paper run for the hills of my subconscious. (Don't you love mixing metaphors? I prefer the muffin method, as per Alton Brown). I get so angry at the loss that I give up writing.
I know these are just normal things that any resident's wife must deal with, and these are not actually insurmountable problems. However, I can't seem to get over my mental block and write while Nick is asleep. Arrrgh...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment