Many years ago, she was a nurse, and repeated lifting of patients caused a slow but steady damage to her discs, and eventually she was diagnosed as having 3 ruptured inter-vertebral discs. Think of it as having three of your vertebrae rubbing together, bone on bone. Sometimes the pain gets very bad, and she has to take to her bed.
My beloved is a stoic. She refuses most pain medication until she starts to cry with pain, so when I saw her in bed cryimg, I knew it was bad. These episodes normally last for about a week, then she's back on her feet, but they're pretty intense for the first 2 or 3 days.
So I do all the household chores. I normally do my fair share, but I'm not a very good cook. I can make nutritious meals, that I think are reasonably tasty, but my beloved and my children say that while not actually vomit-inducing, all of my food ends up tasting the same.
We had some lovely turkey and ham meatloaf left in the freezer, plus a mixture of different beans, plus some left-over potatoes and some gravy from the weekend roast. My beloved didn't want any spuds, so they were for me. I heated everything up, and I put the remaining spuds into the gravy and gently simmered. As the last of the gravy was absorbed, I added a very large knob of butter and mashed the lot up with plenty of pepper and salt.
The rest of the meal was OK, but the mashed potatoes were fantastic, rich and buttery. And all for me.
Washed up, cleaned up, tidied things away, took in the washing, folded and stored. Such is a Man's lot.
My beloved's pain is reduced, and she's sleeping quietly.
Small(ish) whisky before bed. It's going to be a long day tomorrow. More bloody activities