The wife’s stress makes mine pale in comparison, and a lot of it comes from working in medicine in a small town. You frequently see on TV where they have someone “crash”, you know, the whole deal with people doing CPR, nurses and doctors scrambling, shocking the heart etc. They generally spend about two hours of extreme effort trying to save someone. Failure is hard. Wife works like this pretty much every day, and they save lots. Right around Christmas they lost six, including one close personal friend. She hasn’t seemed to picked herself up from that. The feeling that they failed. That’s the danger of that line of work. She’s been in it, in this town, for thirty five years. Some of these people she was in on their birth, taught them Sunday school, then has to be there when they die. Friends die of cancer after you work on them for months. She had stage three cancer and faces survivor guilt.
Going to Mexico helps enormously. No cases to deal with, no reminders, nobody asking for free medical advice while we are trying to buy groceries. Even retirement weighs on her because she feels in some way that she is abandoning them.