Grammie's Double Whammy

I remember sitting with my counselor, Elaine, on a bitterly cold day, during the winter of 2014. I had been experiencing ankle and foot pain for almost a year at that point and I was not handling things very well. Since I had yet to be diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis, I was confused and frustrated by my physical limitations.  I was no longer working and I was completely exhausted all of the time. My big accomplishment of the day was getting out of bed,  getting dressed and making it into Elaine's cozy office that  morning.  Sitting on her couch with tears in my eyes, I described the daunting  task of housework, especially my struggles with laundry. Since the washer and dryer are in the basement, I had to gather everything from the main floor, bring it downstairs to be washed, dried and folded and then carry it back upstairs. Living in our home since 2003, this had never been a problem for me. Now, it was literally impossible. I felt guilty. My husband ...