I've got lupus, fibromyalgia, and have had 2 back surgeries (with no long term relief from pain). Had my hip replaced, but now that leg is giving me trouble again. There are days when I don't get out of bed unless I absolutely have to. Retired, we don't work... thank goodness. Still, I wish I had the physical ability to clean house like I used to do. I need to do a good "cleaning out"... or I guess we call it "downsizing" today. Frankly, if I could, I'd bring a bulldozer into the house and just bulldoze nearly everything in here into a trash bin!
But as bad as I am, hubby's got it worse. His mental faculties are going. And yet, he fights against it (and me). I "let" him drive to the store last night by himself because it was around 3pm.. figured he'd be home before dark. He wasn't. I went into a panic attack, thinking he was driving around lost again, but instead the tire from his driver's side wheel stripped itself completely off the truck, and the metal wheel is flat on one edge. I'm not sure what happened, or how it could have happened and not flipped the truck with him in it, I'm just glad he's ok. We've got so many of his large medical bills I'm trying to pay down, so he's not pumping get the truck fixed overly to me. I'm just hoping when I finally get ourselves dug out of this hole and have a little bit of money again, that he will have realized for himself he needs to put the keys up.
So hang in there... we're out here with you! But I can tell you... this is NOT what I worked my entire life to find out about our "golden years." Bah!