It's worst, of course on Barbara. She can't do the things she would like to do, like travel, and has to do things she would prefer not to do...like remain still if I doze off while we're watching a DVD. Sleep comes hard, and she has to protect hat I can get.
There's more; if I do too much to try to be a help to her, I can wear myself out and cause pain spikes that put a huge demand on her, physically and mentally.
And if I do too little, I shift more work on to her shoulders.
Her shoulders are compromised, because she was in a car wreck several years ago.
So I'm still the upper-body muscle here. I have to keep it up, but if I work too hard at it, bingo, I'm screaming through the night with pain.
Too little, and I can't do the job.
So I'm a beast of burden, on a tightrope.
Falling sucks, for everyone.
The Beatles' When I'm 64 seems like an appropriate musical selection.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.