My husband broke his ankle. He is now home following "a more complicated than expected" surgery. It's fucking torture. I can't even share a bed with him. Sounds of wincing, fingering pain meds, and peeing in a portable container, are noises I never wanted to hear coming from my husband.
I know he's in pain and he's the one who is going through hell. We have a toddler. We have fun summer plans. We have wedding celebrations. Camping trips. Weekend getaways. Poof, gone. And, I have to take care of Every. Fucking. Thing. Thank goodness we have a ton of family and friend support. I love them and incredibly grateful. Thank you thank you thank you.
Listen folks, when people offer help, you give them a task they can 1. Handle. 2. Not too big that it's daunting. 3. Not too small that it's insignificant.