DH has Hep C and has had multiple back surgeries, but I'm sick of hearing about how bad he feels or how tired he is. It is always his excuse for everything. If I had a nickle for every time he said, "My back hurts", or "I feel like #$&@", or "I'm so tired", I would't need to be begging the mortgage company to restructure our loan. On Monday he complained of still being tired after sleeping all day (NOT and exageration). I left him at home asleep at 6pm and went to our volunteer job with the Lion's Club. When our DD became ill and needed to be taken to the Emergency Room we both called him NUMEROUS time and couldn't wake him. After more than an hour he finally answered. When they got home he complained about having to sit in the ER with her while she slept on pain meds. (She was diagnosed with Gastritis--thankfully it wasn't gall stones) I wish he could understand how many multiple hours I've spent in ER's, hospital rooms and Surgical Waiting Rooms watching him sleep. Yesterday I woke him at 9:30 and he said he was getting up. I went outside, took care of the chickens and the yard, went to the pharmacy, and then sat with a book while he slept until 12:30. He complained that I didn't wait for him to get up before going to the pharmacy. Today he only got out of bed because the Vocational Rehab guy called and reminded him of his appointment that he was already late for. When he got back home about an hour later he fell right back to sleep on the sofa. For our anniversary 2 years ago we went on a cruise to the Caribbean. I went to dinner alone twice (once he didn't even realize I had left the cabin) and I saw three shows by myself. He can never seem to drag himself out of bed or off the couch for me! He is always either late for doctor or rehab appointments or he misses them altogether--Except for the Pain Management Specialist. Our house is a disaster right now and I have friends coming in a few weeks. I would really like to get things back in order and finish painting the kitchen. It has been over a year since we started on the kitchen and it still isn't finished. I would also like to clean the carpets, but I can't do it alone. I'm starting to feel really depressed. This isn't something new for me. It has been this way for more than 5 years. I AM LONELY!