My better half has numerous health problems, recently he's had a heart attack & then 2 weeks after getting home he's back in hospital with pnumonia. He's very challenging to figure out what is going on. One day he seems sprite & cheerful, next day like he's coming down sick & sleeping all the time. I have noticed more & more over the last year I just want to stay home & be away from people. If I have to go to town I hurry I don't like being away from home for long, if I am I get upset & nervous. Things I used to care about are of no meaning to me now. No energy no interest, even wondering why I am writting this.
Are you getting any help? Is there anyone who can keep an eye on your husband so you can relax when you go out? Are you satisfied with the medical care he is getting? Maybe a geriatrician might be able to help you both feel better about his health.
Are you more worried about him and his health, or more overloaded with his care? Tell us more specifics, and you can be with nice people without having to leave home.
God bless you.
I am not sure which I am, more worried about his health or overloaded. I simply feel like not much matters anymore, just keep trudging thru each day getting done what has to be done.
Thank you for responding.
Right now I'm perfectly happy taking care of my mom, working on my business and staying in touch with my long-term friends (none of whom live nearby). I feel like I'm rebuilding my energy level again. I don't feel depressed either, I just don't want to spend a lot of time doing stuff I didn't really want to do in the first place for the sake of appearances and society. Caregiving CAN take a lot of the jazz out of our lives like JessieBelle says. When I'm done caring for my mom, I just come home (like today) and collapse. It wears me out. But I feel like sometime in the spring the pendulum will swing the other way and I'll want to get out among the living again. So maybe you're just in a "fallow" time, like when crops need to rest before you plant them again.
Some of that "not seeing the point" comes from getting older and wiser and not giving a hang about who Miley Cyrus is or what the latest styles are. But if you don't smile when the weather is especially beautiful, or get pleasure from a tasty treat, and that is a change, that can be depression.
Sorry to lecture. It's just that my medication helps me so much.
Only 64. That is young. Maybe he needs an antidepressant! Does the doctor know how little he does? Is he still recovering from the pneumonia? As we get older, we do take longer to bounce back.
I sure know what you mean about trying to get him to take action for his own health. My husband, 68, complains about his sore back, but won't do his physical therapy exercises "until I feel like it."
Try a little fantasy. If he were suddenly pretty healthy again, and you had maybe an extra $1,000 or $10,000, and four weeks of vacation, how would you want to celebrate? Don't think about why you couldn't. Just day-dream a bit.
Would you want to go away by yourself, or go together to a favorite place? Would you want great food, or a hot tub, or a beach?
You were so right to post here. I hope you can find what I have - a new group of friends who understand what your life is like. And you don't even need to put on make-up - or even a bra! LOL.
I get plenty of exercise as we heat with wood so some days I cut wood with the chainsaw other days don't have to but every day I carry in the wood & restock the pile in the greenhouse outside our back door & of course every morning I go to the ranch about a mile away & feed our 2 Miniature horses & we have 4 small Pappillion inside dogs so always plenty to keep up after.Sometimes I think if we did'nt have all the animals it would be easier but then I imagine what my life would be like without them & I seriously think they are what keeps me sane. I have my little routine, every morn I bring in more firewood as we heat with wood then I feed the parakeets & 2 hens we keep in the greenhouse during the winter. Then I am off to feed the mares then back home to clean house & try to get him to eat some breakfast which is usually a futile matter, then there always seems to be an abundance of other chores. And 2 x a week I go to my mothers asst living & take her shopping & such. And of course to my mother in law for assorted needs. I used to have an interest in hobbies but they no longer hold an interest. As a matter of fact I have an immense supply of scrapping book supplies I am trying to divest myself of since I have no more interest in crafts. Seems I am only interested in getting day to day chores done, outside of that nadda! Most the time I feel quite alone as he will sleep 22 hrs a day if I let him. Everyone has a hobby they say & I suppose his is sleeping. Yes I have mentioned this to his doctors but not sure they take it to heart or think maybe I am just blowing it out of proportion. Such is how life goes eh?
Horses are the best therapy on this planet. Hugs to you and the mares
The saying "Those who know me, know me well, those who don't can go to hell" comes to mind...
There's nothing wrong with being "content" with your life, it is your "life" afterall....
I am an introvert, and really do not need a lot of socialization, in fact, I need a lot of "space." Online forums are apparently good for introverts. It is OK to not want or need to mix much. I do lunch with one or another girlfriend once in a while - not often - see my kids and grandkids once in a while - then there is a little socializing with shopping - the same stores all the time so you get to know the staff a bit. Sig other is away a lot with work and his hobby (horses) and for the most part I am fine with that, as long as we connect with text messages and phone,
I "don't care" about some of the things I used to care about - volunteer work,. crafts, community groups... A good part of that is the getting older thing. I have a few health challenges - not really bad, but I still have to take better care of myself than I did. Veronica, the fatigue I understand. I have chronic fatigue/fibromyalgia - have had it for over 20 years, and then developed systemic candidiasis about 4 years ago when mother first moved. I think the stress was a contributing factor. I am much better and off meds now. My gut is in a somewhat precarious balance, but the first year or so, I could hardly drag myself out to bed to make supper. It was my one big effort of the day. However I consider myself fortunate as 40-45% don't survive it, and no thanks to the doctors I have here, as they did not have a clue how to treat it. I would love a housekeeper too - even just once or twice a month for the heavier stuff. Naps are a regular thing for me, especially if I am fighting any kind of bug/flu.