@DMerish I'm sorry your morning started that way. Maybe they can find you a med that won't make you so sluggish. I hate when I get tachy.
I'm feeling kind of relieved by something my husband said. We had a talk about him having to work more, I'm on disability. He said it's so hard because he likes to be home doing family things. I thought it would be better if he was the one on disability, because he would be better at it. I miss working. He is much more the suzie homemaker type. I told him I am no good at being on disability, but he said I don't ever cause any troubles for him. That I rarely, if ever complain. That made me feel, oddly, better. I guess I would hate to be a burden. Now if someone could cast some of that suzie homemaker type energy my way that would be fabulous. I knew how to be a worker outside the home, but being one inside the home reminds me so much of my childhood I can't stand it. I know, things still have to get done. I have to learn to be satisfied with who I am and what I am or am not capable of physically. Thankfully I have a patient husband. I should have done this years ago when I first became disabled, instead of pretending that it didn't effect me.
I'm feeling kind of relieved by something my husband said. We had a talk about him having to work more, I'm on disability. He said it's so hard because he likes to be home doing family things. I thought it would be better if he was the one on disability, because he would be better at it. I miss working. He is much more the suzie homemaker type. I told him I am no good at being on disability, but he said I don't ever cause any troubles for him. That I rarely, if ever complain. That made me feel, oddly, better. I guess I would hate to be a burden. Now if someone could cast some of that suzie homemaker type energy my way that would be fabulous. I knew how to be a worker outside the home, but being one inside the home reminds me so much of my childhood I can't stand it. I know, things still have to get done. I have to learn to be satisfied with who I am and what I am or am not capable of physically. Thankfully I have a patient husband. I should have done this years ago when I first became disabled, instead of pretending that it didn't effect me.