No surgery Friday

Well, surgery has been re-scheduled.  It seems that my sweet, dear, husband had kept the fact that he has an abscessed tooth a secret from his doctor and his wife.  

Ron had gone to the dentist about two months ago about the tooth and he came home and told me that the tooth was dead but they said it was up to him if he wanted to pull it.  At the time I thought that didn't sound quite right but I didn't question him about it.

Well, it seems that the dentist wanted to pull the tooth and Mr. Ron just didn't want to because the tooth wasn't hurting.  He didn't even take an antibiotic.  So, it has continued to get worse.  Tuesday night I happened to remember the tooth and I asked him if it had cleared up.  He said no that it still had an abscess and was draining.  He just poohed it off and said it was no big deal.  I told him to call the surgeon and tell him about it but he called the dentist instead who wasn't in the office.  

I called the surgeon yesterday and he said no way was he having surgery Friday....Ron has to be on an antibiotic at least 3 weeks before he will be able to have surgery.  

Well, I was in the dog house last night.  Ron was not happy that I told his surgeon and thinks it was just no big deal.  I told him I only gave the doctor the information it was his decision to re-schedule the surgery.  There was no way I was going to let him go to the hospital knowing he hadn't told his doctor about the infection.  

I guess to some I overstepped some code by telling his doctor about the infection but if I hadn't and something awful happened I wouldn't have forgiven myself.  I just told Ron I'd rather have him alive and mad at me than dead.