Congratulations. Now Ron is afraid to get surgery.
Great. I hope you can read the sarcasm here.
Anyway, here's what people don't get: I'm already busting my ass for Ron, with his back trouble. All they are doing is condemning me to more, and longer, "servitude". Do you know how hard it is to get the wheelchair out of the house? Into the house? Who does all the lifting at work anyway? That's right - me!
Ugh. I am furious. It is very frustrating to prepare myself mentally for all this and then to suddenly have it turned on it's head. Since he's getting worse, it's my fear he will have a complication right before the conference we have to attend, or during our busy season.
If he has an emergency, he won't be able to have the "good" doctor operate, it will be whoever is on call at the ER. And we just hope it has a good resolution.
And I'm worrying again.