I am the one being cared for, not the caregiver...
I am almost 73 (so not that old). I forget words sometimes but can usually get them back. He is the same.
I am not that mobile (can get around a little for short whiles) Have bowel, tummy, arthritis problems and COPD. Not yet on oxygen.
Husband is 76 and is my unofficial carer. He also has diabetes (which I help control with food ordered) and Mild COPD (He goes walking which helps)
Right here I go with my little rant - sorry. I think I sound like a pathetic ungrateful moaner.
My husband does most of the things round the house. We share cooking but apart from computer and paperwork (which I do) he does ALL the rest.
My gripe is he is a martyr to it. Every time he does anything, I always say Thank You. His comment is, well no one else will do it if I don't. He is quick to anger (always has been) but his comments are getting more and more nasty. If the news is on the tv he moans about everything ALL THE TIME. It does not sound like much but it is constant and wearing me out. I am the iron - I keep things smooth if I can, but it is hard.
I have got in outside help for gardening and window cleaning (which I had to persuade him was for me) We have a friend (who I trust - that I pay to decorate)
We are not on any benefits - just pensions (although we do get a free tv licence) I live in England.
All I need to say now is
Not sure if this even warrants a reply for you lovely people.
Thank you for being here - saves me cracking up