Last night, Mr. M and I were at the hospital until about 10, because it turns out that a problem (that Mr. M's surgery last year should have taken care of) is back.
I cannot imagine how to adequately express sufficient frustration and anger and sadness over everything he went through for over six months, only to discover it didn't take care of the problem.
So, my other half is at home feeling miserable today, and I'm at work pretending that I'm going to get something done today.
Learning from Soup Night
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