UPDATE This week my wife began her ICU rotation in Richmond (high crime rate, i.e. high intake). For the past two days she's texted me to let me know that she'd be late to fetch our son (at 6pm usually) or probably not at all. I was friendly and made a point to show genuine interest of her new rotation, while staying away from being too "relationship-y" or being the same old Alamo, communication-wise.
3/26/12 W (12:49pm): Started icu rotation in Richmond today w/ a dictator. May b late. Will let u know M: Yikes, one of those docs, huh? Thanks for letting me know. W (4:58pm): Im not getting out until at least 9. Tomorrow should b better M: Don't sweat it! I'll put E to sleep. Take care
I contacted our daycare teacher that I'd be dropping our son off at my usual time before I head out to work, but then...
W (5:54pm): Just got done give me half hour M: Ok
Contacted teacher again to inform the change in plans. Our son was excited to stay the night with me, and I had to tell him sorry.
When my wife came, she off-handedly started talking about her schedule tomorrow. I said "Is it one of those crazy attendings (doctors)?" Then she started describing to me in short detail the person that doc is, etc.
3/27/12 W (5:53pm): Emergency running late M: OK, keep us posted. W (6:39pm): Not gonna make it. Just intubated and put in carotid lines. Two pts coded so may not get out of here till 10 M: OK no problem. It's fixing to keep pouring hard tonight, so be careful on the road.
I added the last part because I know my wife has real issues driving at night, especially in the rain; we never really talked about it much in the past. Also, I did so because I was aware of weather intel in our area and she wasn't, so even as a friend, I wanted to give her a head's up on her drive back.
