The worse part of COPD for me is the fact that I can no longer do the things I used to be able to do. My wife and I are moving in 3 more days. I have managed to do a fairly decent job preparing by packing and cleaning. This past weekend, we were able to move some stuff to the new place. Dishes, clothes, electronics, my musical equipment, etc.
My biggest problem is not being able to do what I consider my fair share of the work. My daughter, her husband, my 5-year-old grandson, and my wife did most of the lifting and moving stuff. I was relegated to sitting and watching everyone else carry and move stuff. I cannot help but feel a little guilty of not doing what I consider my fair share of the work.
Being a father of two daughters, while they were growing up, Dad was the go-to for anything needing fixed, set-up, or help with science and math (kind of my forte). I was a certified auto mechanic for several years and am pretty handy. Not so much anymore. This is where I am having some problem adapting to a different way of living. My wife and daughter are constantly telling me to sit down and let them get what needs to be done, done. I understand their concern as both have been around when I have overdone things in the past several months, and when I get completely out of breath and am forced to sit down and recover.
I totally get the whole psychological aspect of changing my mindset to match my physical abilities, now that they have changed. But that doesn't mean it is any easier to accept. I am slowly getting used to it, but it isn't easy. I think that once the move is over, and we are settled in, I will have a much easier time coming to grips with this aspect of COPD.
Thanks for listening and allowing me to vent. Take care everyone. I will update over the weekend or early next week on how the move went.