My doctor's office still hasn't called me back to schedule the appointment I asked for, so tbh I'd take some questionably-ethical post-mortem tribble experimentation if I could get some actual healthcare from someone who a) might actually be able to diagnose me and b) might actually care enough to fix it...
For the PT anon, I had surgery on my legs when I was 16 because the bones in my legs weren’t growing the right way so I needed to learn how to walk again. I also need to use orthotics in my shoes or else the joints in my legs misalign and it causes me a lot of chronic pain
Bon Jovi are going on tour again and while you've been with Jon for a few years already, you know you're not going to miss him any less this time. As you have a job of your own, you can't come with him, which makes your situation even worse.
Breaking up with him or begging him to give up his career for your sake is out of the question. You try to hide your worries as much as you can, but Jon still notices something is wrong.
The two of you are going through the list of things he needs to take with him before he has to be at the airport in thirty minutes. Jon puts his suitcases down and steps closer to you. "Are you alright?"
You force a smile. "I will be."
He hugs you, rubbing your back. "Hey, I can still visit you when we're in a nearby city. And there are breaks between the legs of the tour so I'll come home for a couple of days before going back on the road again. I'll be home sooner than you think, I promise."
You nod and look up at him. "Will you call me when you can?"
"Of course," he smiles, glancing at the clock. "Oh, I should leave now… I love you."
"I love you too," you whisper and give him a quick kiss. "Bye!"