I wake up, I eat, I read a little, I go back to sleep. I wake up, I eat, I read a little, watch a show with my wife, go back to sleep. I try not to eat more than 1500 calories because my activity level is so low I’ll get fat if I go above that.
What’s the end game here?
EDIT, FOR CLARITY:
I can’t work. I need to sleep like 14 hours a day. I’m exhausted all the time. I get fatigued after about 5 to 10 minutes worth of any labor, including things like going upstairs or loading a dishwasher. My hands shake all the time, to where I can almost not clip my own fingernails anymore.
I work a job for years and retired from it there’s plenty of money coming in. I just find myself in a place now where this chronic, undefined illness has taken over my life.
We do talk a lot and she, like you, is a caring partner who loves me and doesn’t see me as a burden. She is also transparent about how hard it is at times. It’s strange to comfort her over something that is caused by a problem I have.
So much conflicting emotion.