Hey, guys, ain't stress great! For the past 3 months, I have been a 24/7 caretaker for my wife as she struggles to recover from a hip fractured when she fell. I mean I do everything -- cook, clean, obtain and apply medicines, get up about every 2 hours during the night to help her, etc etc. The weight-loss bonus: I am down at least 25 pounds -- maybe more b/c I only weigh occasionally. The reward: I am now wearing jeans two sizes smaller in the waist and I am ordering them like crazy from Amazon prime, with delivery the next day.
My dear wife is fighting through numerous complications and some of her home health care nurses have suggested she go into hospice. However, she is a fighter. In her words, "I ain't ready to kick the bucket yet!" Hospice might make my days less hectic but heck that would destroy my new weight-loss regimen. The good news is that my wife is making slow but steady progress in PT, to the amazement of some of the medfolks trying to warehouse her. And of course I am a PT helper too, being a veteran of practically every kind of PT known to mankind.
Truly a testament to your chosen moniker. Good to hear from you and I hope things do start to show improvement with your wife’s health. She’s blessed to have you, and I’m sure that goes both ways.