Oh, I'm afraid I'm just here for a moan, today. My OH is going in to hospital next week for his operation, and I'm stressed out and scared about him having to have such a major op. He's stressing out 'trying not to get a cold' - how you can do that, I'm really not quite sure - and is having one of his whiney moments. I arrived at work this morning, to be greeted by a colleague saying 'what are you doing here on time?', and another one pointing out that I was actually 3 minutes late. I was in the building on time, but it's not easy getting up and down stairs these days, and I don't notice them getting all smart when I'm working 20 minutes after my finishing time! I didn't bother to say that - just hid myself in my own clinical room and only came out to sort patients in and out. I don't have the energy to argue.
And then, mid-morning, I get my OH texting me, stressing out that he has a mild red rash on the glans of his 'little fella', which has been on and off for the last week, and whether it will stop him from having his op. I tell him that he needs to either ask his brother (who is a doctor) or book in with his GP, as he still has a week to treat it (if he needs to), and - with the best will in the world - I can't diagnose it! Then I'm told that I'm 'treating him like a joke', which I'm not, but I'm very stressed out myself, and am not even remotely qualified to diagnose what's up! He seems to have calmed down a bit now, and has booked in with the GP for this afternoon, so we shall see.
I'm just in a constant state of 'on the brink' these days, and I could really use a break, but can't take one, because I'm naturally saving my leave for looking after his nibs when he's in (and then out of) hospital. Either a break, or maybe we could just scoot through to the last week in November, when he's 6 weeks after the op, and out of the danger zone for complications.