Does anyone find it incredibly isolating to be sick? Yesterday I came home from work with real bad exhaustion. Couldn't think, couldn't remember the first half of the sentence I was saying. I was hoping for some compassion from my husband when he got home. He listened to me for a minute or two then just tuned me out. At least he doesn't get angry at me for being tired anymore, but I feel like I'm alone in this fight. Doesn't help with the depression at all. Is it so unreasonable to expect someone to care on a regular basis?