As understanding as he is [most of the time], when he says stuff like that I want to SLAP him. Why would I want to go for a drive on a beautiful, sunny, WARM February day? Maybe because I haven't been out of the house forever? Maybe because I can go outside without my lungs bleeding from the frigid air? Maybe because we would be spending time together as a family? Maybe because I'm sick of smelling paint? Maybe because I can't do anything else?
So I decide I'll go by myself. He was going to take Jacob outside and spray our fruit trees, which are behind the barn, which I can't walk to. So I would be stuck in the house, again, alone, with no energy to do anything.
I asked Doug to get the van out of the garage for me, because I can't lift the door. I get dressed, and am exhausted. Have to rest for a while. Too stubborn to admit I can't drive, ESPECIALLY after Doug says, "I thought you were leaving." Arrrgghh.
So I go. Right away I know I'm not going far. My arms are too weak to hold the wheel on our