Seems to be quite a few of us in the same boat, here. Pert'near 20 years ago, my company's "in house Doc" took me out of the field - told me I couldn't do any climbing or lifting over fifty pounds; for a "high voltage" maintenance electrician, that was an end to the job I truly loved to do; so, I found a job driving a desk and telling other folks what to do, after a fashion. A few years later, after three heart attacks and the onset of diabetes, my Doc gave me an ultimatum: quit working or meet an early end. So, I took disability, and retired; I was only 53 (I'm coming onto 67, now), and didn't really feel as sick as the Doc said I was, and got on fairly well for about five years, and enjoyed being "not employed". I tried to get some part time stuff, but the disability business kind of put the kibosh on any work in the trades, and nobody wanted a broken old "sparky" for a supervisor or teacher (I tried to offer my services as an instructor to the local ROP) of any sort, even though I had a history of supervisory experience and over thirty years in the trades; for bosses, they wanted college educated people - experience didn't count for much. A few more unfortunate health setbacks around the turn of the century slowed me down to the point that I doubt I could make it through a full days work, now, even if it was only bench work. But, my IRA is dwindling away, and 'uncle sugar" whacks me for income taxes at a rate that is ridiculous, so I keep an eye on the job market, but for most intents and purposes, I am un- employable; my health issues make me too much of a liability to employers - they even turned me down for a spot driving cars around at the local auto auction a couple of days a week. I am afraid I'm going to outlive my money, and leave my bride destitute if I do kick off. It's a puzzle that I don't like to ponder. I've tried to plan as best I can, but the future sure does look foggy and scary, and this most recent "socio-economic" ruction is not encouraging, at all.