Oh yes, I can remember those nights, when children were little, and the phone rang several times a night, and off he went. And I had to wait by the phone in case other calls came, and I had to make the decision, having no qualifications whatsoever- to wait for him to return, or call an ambulance, or ....
Sometimes a long way away in countryside, for things like 'I have go a headache, and no paracetamol. I thought you'd bring some. Or 'I've made a decision, I want to stop drinking', 'I am worried because I am losing a bit of hair lately' - and of course, for serious things that could not wait, and he never minded!
And even if he had had to do several visits in the night, and not got much sleep, he would be at the surgery to see patients- and then finish morning with home-visits, to the elderly, the long-term sick and terminal patients, mothers who had just given birth, or whomever required a visit. Then more visits after a quick sandwich and cup of coffee- finishing with normal surgery from 4-6.30 (often extras too at last minute) and the home visits on way home.
1 night in 4, and 1 week-end in 4- on top of 'normal day' and home visits. And this until 2004, so for 35 years. It takes a toll, I can tell you. On the GPs, but also on their families. The wives who had to be there, tied to the phone, unpaid of course.