The last few months have been incredible. One of the incredible things has been the lack of Call. However, last night was his third Call night. Since he had no hospital or practice communications during his first two nights - I knew we were in for it.
Sure enough, 40 minutes after going to bed the Call came. And it was a true throw-on-your-scrubs-don't-even-attempt-to-comb-your-hair-and-just-get-out-of-the-door emergency. He was gone for 2 1/2 hours (not so bad, really). Forty-five minutes later another Call comes. This time (thanks to fabulous technology - CAT scan downloaded at home) he didn't have to go in, he did however do a 30-plus minute over-the-phone consult. At 3:15 a.m.
We've been training for this for at least a decade. Two months off is certainly not enough to throw us off our game; it is long enough to allow me to have hope that one eventful Call night will be far and few between.
Author's Note: Call can be so disruptive to regular life I've decided it deserves a capital C. Thanks for allowing my crazy punctuation and capitalization, it makes me happy.
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