First, I will share just a little background, then I will have some fun tackling…THE FIVE MOST COMMON ASSUMPTIONS I hear about being married to a doctor!
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When I met and fell in love with Dave, he was not a doctor at all, but was a soccer coach, and a church youth director.
He was considering medical school, but had not applied or been accepted, and he wasn’t even sure it was what he really wanted to do.
His job allows him to put his greatest gifts into action: It requires his uber-smart brain, and his compassionate heart. He loves to farm and drive his tractor, and he will admit that if he could, he might just trade in his doctor job for a tractor job. He will know someone for years and avoid bringing up the topic of his profession. Some doctor’s wives may have very different experiences, so I can only speak for myself. For one, my kids and I see doctors because my husband does not specialize in everything, and does not want to misdiagnose say, an ear infection which requires special instruments to examine. Once again, this is a serious issue with many medical specialties (thinking surgeons especially,) but not for us.
It proves his ability to remember ever piece of information that he has ever learned, and to keep a level head in the midst of serious emergencies. He plays with his boys, and he is petting our kitty cat on his lap even as I type. He doesn’t want people to assume things, or be awkward in any way. (And I personally do know a few other women who will agree with what I’m saying! Secondly, we see doctors because my husband tends to NOT BE HOME at the times when we most need a doctor! Dave considered many factors () when he choose his specialty, and I am forever grateful. I raised my first three kids for a few years mostly as a single mom. Ok, that’s a bit dramatic, but it kind of felt like it more than a few times.We fell into the most intense connection either of us had ever experienced, and within about a month of meeting, we were both talking about what it meant to fall in love.We had careers, interests, and personalities in common, and even the friends/family we met on each side approved.When I was finishing my fifth year of studies as clinical psychology doctoral student, I fell in love with a second-year medical resident; a wanderer at heart with the softest smile and a way of listening that made me feel like the whole world stopped when I spoke.Whenever possible, we found ourselves in the forest exploring the world on foot or, if the weather was bad, on long drives that led to nowhere. Error Banner a.modal_overlay.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:before.modal_overlay .modal_fixed_close:hover:before.modal_overlay [email protected](max-width:630px)@media(max-height:700px).modal_overlay [email protected](max-width:630px).inline_editor_content:hover .inline_editor_edit.inline_editor_content .form_buttons.question_details .qtext_image_wrapper.question_details .qtext_image_placeholder.question_details .qtext_image.