I had hoped to use this time to get my real interests back on track but having so many bad days, so much lousy dreary cold weather, so little outside contact I'm just plain sick of being sick. Now I've got a hell-of-a-lot to be thankful for during this time; wonderful, considerate, helpful husband: special friends both human and animal: relatives that have come to my aid financially. Yet every time I try to do something to help myself feel better, like exercise I end up worse. Seems I can't do anything physical anymore and I really hate losing control over my own body. Can't seem to do mental gymnastics either. I guess I'm going to have to go back to mental therapy. Need to get past this denial phase and move on to finding someway to do the things I enjoy even with my limitations. I didn't marry until I was 50! Have always taken care of myself. Somehow, without being financially responsible for myself, I have to deny myself my own pleasures and interest. Why does everything in life have to come with a price tag attached? Any one else have similiar problems with moving on to better times?