Of course, underneath anger is always some kind of threat, and I guess what threatens me about this are a couple of things.
- I'm afraid of being a drag on my husband.
- I'm afraid this signals old age approaching, with all its decrease in ability to control my own life. Lots of images of my mother come to me when I'm sick like this--she died of respiratory ailments.
- I'm afraid of disappointing people who depend on me. Now that I have three jobs, I have more people to disappoint in that regard!