Incapacity

About a month ago Susan, my wife of 50 years, tore a calf muscle playing basketball with her granddaughter, followed by a much worse ankle sprain that incapacitated her. She can't drive a car or walk more than a few steps. She's under doctors' orders to remain seated with her leg elevated. I have to ice the leg four times a day, and she's wearing an elaborate boot that I have to strap back on her about six times a day. Susan can't cook--she's living on the TV dinners I thoughtfully provide. She can't even sit up for long without the ankle starting to hurt. She's bored. But for once I am doing things for her, rather than the other way around, and our relationship has improved markedly.