I hear you about rough times. I buried my Dad yesterday. I’ll miss him terribly but I know he’s with my mother and at peace now. Hope your foot feels better soon.
The VA doctor has got me fixed up, bless her heart. No beer or bacon for me though. My thoughts are for you this moment. I developed a case of chronic fatigue syndrome several months after my own father’s death. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. It was so hard to even drive to work or do my job effectively. I wasn’t sleepy, but couldn’t hardly even keep my head up. I attributed it later to being a form of hidden depression.