I think I got a hernia on the hike last weekend. I have made a doctor appointment. It's weird I don't know how to tell my W. I have come to a point that I know I don’t need her. I can take care of this by myself. Part of me does not want to come off like I am trying to play the sympathy card. Part of me feels like telling her would be like telling a stranger on the street. Part of me is just plain scared. I had a friend that was going through divorce many years ago. He had temporary custody of his son. He got a hernia and didn't get it taken care of because he was afraid that during his stay in the hospital he would lose his son. He had some complications and ended up dieing.
Why was the first half of my life so easy and now the second half so far sucks
Husband
And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
