Does anyone else suffer from guilt when you can't participate in an activity? My husband and I went to a flea market yesterday, and it was one of those days when everything hurt. It was so beautiful outside, just a perfect fall day. Well I made it for a total of about ten minutes before I had to find a picnic table and sit. I sent my husband off looking by himself. I feel so useless and unproductive. And no matter how much he says it's okay, I know he can't possibly understand the discomfort. I'm 51 and he's 47, and I feel so guilty for being so inactive. Sorry for venting.