My husband and I moved to Louisville KY from Tulsa, OK last June. I was practically bedridden until about this last Oct., and now I've been able to get up and clean up the apartment, but I haven't been able to get out much to meet people. He has some family here- but they're about an hour away, and we have a church that we attend when I'm able, but lately that hasn't been often. Maybe once every 2 months. Lately I've been feeling guilty that I'm not doing anything with my life. Life is a gift, right? I'm just sitting around, unable to work, and just watch crap shows on TV. Then I get angry when my husbands bum friends come over, and they're perfectly healthy and do nothing but sit in front of a computer playing games. I play them because it gives me something to do- but they do it, when they could be out JOGGING. You know what I would give to JOG? You know what I would give to be able to work? My moods have been so up and down lately it makes me wonder if I'm bipolar. My sweet sweet husband is amazing and does all he can for me. I feel guilty having such a wonderful man when I'm practically an invalid most days. I actually have found that Lortab makes me feel no pain for a few hours, and I cleaned the house, including bathroom, last week- but then I started taking it just to do stuff that would give me extreme pain after it wears off! Anyway, I'm just venting really, I don't have anyone to talk to other than my mom, and I love her, but you can only tell her so much (she has lupus but is doing better than me!). Any advice is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks for reading this. :-)
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