I laughed out loud.. I do the same to Mark. They are just not willing to admit there may be a problem.
Both of you ladies made me smile and realize another perk of marriage --- slipping your stubborn hubs a medical mickey for his own good. My life lacks that exciting mischievous drama.
I'd hate to think of my life without him, but some days I'd like to bop him with a cast iron skillet. (And P.S. After spending a week with a whiny man you'd realize your life isn't lacking anything!! )
I hear that a lot from married senior women that take up long distance walking or in-depth time consuming community gardening to escape the whining and neediness of their husbands. When you see senior women out walking by themselves or with women's groups, 99% of them are married. Recently widowed senior ladies stay home and do all the things they wanted to do at home but couldn't because of whining or needy husbands.
LOL. It's a give and take thing with marriage. He took care of me for a year and a half through cancer treatment so I can put up with him recovering from surgery for a few weeks. Just two more days with the surgical drain so getting that thing out will be a step forward! I drove to Home Depot to buy raised bed soil this morning and after loading/unloading 40 lb bags, plus some big ass clay pots I'd like to get back to letting him handle that stuff, haha. My neck is killing me so now I'm the whining one.
"WE" assembled the raised bed today and it turned out great. It went together easily but as expected I was relegated to helper. Mr. Power Tool was making me nervous hanging over me so of course he pretty much took over assembly with me doing the lifting. Oh well, if I had done it alone it would have taken me all day instead of 20 minutes. I'll be loading it with the 150 pounds of raised bed soil later when the yard is shady. Really looking forward to that.
Nice job and beautiful place, Beth! It looks comfy and inviting. I like that tall planter eliminating bending over. It wouldn't work here in this dry heat. I had to put fake flowers in my window boxes that are mostly in the shade.
Thanks, Faye. I have to say, I don't keep up with my yard like I used to do. I had a real showplace for many years; it was my pride and joy. Now I do good to water the pot plants. I'll be watering daily when summer hits; even though it's humid here it still gets very hot and dries out stuff.
Well Hun, non of us keep up with our yards like we used too. I am slack even cleansing my house which I have always been factitious about. Even though my place is better kept than most, it isn't up to my old standards. I guess we all must lower our standards as we age. After cancer, I think I have learned to let many things go. I tried hiring my yard work out, but they didn't do a job worth the cost. Big rain coming today so no testing out my new standup grass cutter in those places that otherwise had me on my knees.
It is very frustrating to me that I can't do the things I used to. I never really felt "old" until after cancer treatment; seems like my entire body is just broken down. I don't like to complain because I am alive... but I have so many aches and pains now, and low-level depression because of it.
That low level depression isn't easy to shake. I have my days where it is worse than others. I know what you mean though, it is like a filter that slightly dims the light that was once in your life. Just know you have a friend in me.
I can really relate to what you are saying and feeling also, @Beth Gallagher and @Faye Fox . I am 78 now and it seems like each year, I can do less and less of the things that i enjoy in life. I am really grateful that i did so many things when I was still able to actually do them, but miss that I can no longer enjoy life that much. Sometimes, I just feel like giving up, but I know that my kids would be heartbroken when I die, and I want to stay in a world where my family also exists for as long as I can do that; and that is what motivates me to take as good of care of myself as I can. A few years ago, I was grumbling because I could only work out in the yard for a half hour, and then I needed to come and put my feet up and rest for a while because of the heart failure hindering my circulation and my breathing. Now, it is work outside for about 5-10 minutes, and then huff and puff my way back to the zero gravity recliner on the porch and recuperate for the next 10 minutes or so. I have been totally considering taking the walker with the little seat outside so I can sit on that and rest, and also help stabilize my walking balance. So, what I complained about last year, would be a blessing this year. I try to keep that in mind, and enjoy what I am still able to do, because I know the direction this is all heading .
I totally get what you're saying, Yvonne. I am extremely heat-sensitive now, so I can only stay out in the sunshine for 20 minutes and I get totally sweaty and exhausted. I want to whine that my stupid lymphedema arm hurts and swells, my bra and clothes don't fit right and chafe because I only have one breast, my joints all hurt, I have nerve pain in my chest and armpit, I'm having neck and shoulder pain from my disintegrating cervical spine, blah, blah, blah. I am actually considering having a prophylactic mastectomy on my left side because having "one" is such a freaking hassle, but that's another topic. (TMI Alert) I wake up in the morning feeling sad and dreary; it's like I have lost my enthusiasm for life and I don't know how to get it back. I remember when my poor mother's health began to decline. She was a life-long gardener whose happy place was somewhere in the yard with her grubbing hoe and a wagon full of mulch. After her kidneys failed and she was on dialysis, she'd drag one of those lightweight folding aluminum lawn chairs around the yard and sit in it to hoe weeds in a flowerbed. I didn't realize how she must have been frustrated and in mourning for her previous health... but now I do.