Rob's Great Weekend

I just read on my friend Sarah Babbel's blog about some of the signs that you are living with a doctor. Dan and Rob were at Creighton together and Sarah was my support system during med school. Anyway, I must say Sarah's life is much rougher because Dan is doing a residency in orthopedic surgery which is HELL. A couple of the things she listed that made me laugh were "a little black pager can totally rule your life." and "Your daughter takes her dad his pager as it is beeping and she yells into it, "leave my daddy alone."... Well, although life isn't quite so crazy for Rob as it is for Dan, this weekend Rob could relate. He was on a month rotation of ER and Interventional Radiology. He had two weeks doing night float (working two weeks of nights) which is the ER part of the rotation. The IR part means that Rob doesn't have to go into work at all unless they need him. Generally the IR weeks aren't too bad and it almost feels like vacation. Except this last week of IR. It started on Saturday morning. Rob was supposed to go into work in the morning but thought he would be home between 9 and 11. Well, he ended up having to stay, and stay, and stay. They did some crazy case where they put a shunt or something into some ladies liver. The attending was stoked and wants Rob to publish the case (I am sure I am getting all the lingo and many of the details wrong here, my apologies Rob.) Well that took forever and Rob finally got home around six. Then that darn pager went off at eight and Rob had to go back in to do another case. He didn't get home until one thirty or so. Then he had to go back in on Sunday morning and didn't get home until sixish again. He thought that was the end of it and was ready to relax and get some sleep, but his pager went off at eight and back he went, this time until four in the morning. Apparently this was the worst weekend of IR EVER! And lucky Rob got to be the resident on call for it. Good times!