At the beginning of June I badly broke my knee. Already having ME and an array of mobility issues, this knocked me worse than it would for most.
I've been in the house for two months apart from hospital appointments, which involved being picked up by hospital transport - and they were awful, awful to me. I need help to get from the bed to the sofa. My knee needs propped up at all times. I'm on heavy painkillers every four hours. My sleep has went to shit. My partner had to help me onto the toilet for the first month or so and now needs to wait with the door open in case I fall. I can't even get into my garden because there's a step down into it and then the garden itself is basically a big hill. I can only just safely go from lying down to sitting up without anyone else helping.
My work involves working from home generally with then week-long blocks of time in a venue (I'm a producer). However I can't get to the venues so I've missed out on a lot of work, because people want to be able to hire someone who can get to the places and actually deliver the event - fair enough especially with all the added risk assessments needed due to covid. But it means financially we are drained, and really hobbling along.
My partner is picking up a heavy load and I just feel so sad because I'm not contributing anything. We have animals and I can't even walk our dogs or sort their food. Physiotherapy haven't been in touch yet despite me trying to sort that. I'm just so fed up, sad, and falling into a depressive episode because god my life is a waste right now. I had such a busy and full life with lots of independence and now I spent my days drugged up and useless. I really valued my independence so it's really humiliating having to be helped with everything.
I know there's nothing anyone can do, I just needed to put this somewhere. My partner is dealing with enough without taking on this stuff too. I'm just fed up.