I would really dread having to cut back on painkillers, I am a total wimp.
I have a dodgy left knee and both of my hips are bad, but the right one is worse. They won't let me have a replacement until I am at least 60, and say that I should try to keep going for as long as humanly possible after that. As I have already 'kept going' for ten years I get a bit cross, but they don't want to have to repeat the operation too often in case I live on for ever. My second career (first in accountancy) was in horticulture, and I blame it on trying to prove that I was as good as the men at digging. Apparently it's very common amongst gardeners, but no-one ever thought to warn me.
Yes, my poor friend is all on her own. She said she wants me to make sandwiches and keep her company and that will be enough, but I think she is just being brave and not wanting to impose. She does have all the kit. A huge relief is knowing that another of our friends lives next door to her and is a doctor, but of course she will be at work most of the time.
So, nice meals, not sandwiches confirms at least one of my thoughts. I'll take some books, too. I often feel like suggesting she come on here, but very stupidly I used my real name.