I can’t get out of bed

 I’ve really done it this time.

 My wife and I are now in a world of hurt; she is recovering from spine surgery and requires constant assistance.

 Until yesterday, she was getting that assistance from me. Now, I need assistance to change position in bed.  I cannot get out of or into bed easily, I cannot stand for more than a few minutes, I cannot walk more than ten or twenty feet at a time, and I can't stand or walk at all without a walker, furniture, wall or the like to hold onto.

 We're kinda hoping my back thing gets better on its own, quickly, because if it doesn't we are royally screwed.  We don't have the kind of money or insurance that pays for in-home nursing or assistance.

 I am the only wage-earnerand I cannot work.  I don't have any more paid time off - no more sick leave, no more vacation time - because I burned it all taking care of my wife.  So I can't work, but I can't take time off work.  Today is a work day.  I have no ideas.

 If I were a latex-clad woman with big tits pretending to be a professional model, I'm sure all I would have to do is hop on the internet and start begging for money, but I'm not.  I tried that once for what I thought was a worthy cause; a friend of mine had cancer and she needed to raise $30,000 _additional_ (after insurance) to pay for chemotherapy - to buy her life.

  So I put up a page, made announcements on Imgur, Reddit, Facebook, Twitter, my blogs, and all that, and so did she, and so did my wife, and so did all of our friends; the same way we've seen dozens or even hundreds of others do.

 We raised ZERO fucking dollars, so as far as I'm concerned, GoFundMe and the like are just bad jokes and rumors - they don't actually exist, and they sure as fuck don't work to raise money for people who genuinely need it. Nobody cared.

 If I could get off my fucking back, maybe I could make and sell meth like what's-his-nuts on Breaking Bad.  God knows Denver loves its meth!

"Those damned blue collar tweakers are the backbone of this town."

But I can't do that either, obviously.  Again, if I could get off my back, maybe I could rob a bank... but I am physically unable to do that.  Winning a lottery would be swell, but the odds suck.

 Maybe I'll snuff us both, end our misery once and for all.  We're almost sixty, I guess that's an okay run.  In a way, we're living on borrowed time anyhow, since our grandparents couldn't expect to live this long, and while modern health care can extend life and quality of life tremendously, 

TRULY MODERN HEALTH CARE IS ONLY AVAILABLE TO PEOPLE WITH LOADS OF MONEY

 Fuck the elite.  I would take some of them with me while going out in a blaze of glory... if I could get out of bed!

 I am out of altitude, airspeed, and ideas.