Stealth mode. That is an excellent way of describing, how I feel right now. I am struggling, also. Haven't had much to say lately. Wondering why this affliction doesn't take a vacation from me. Also, very sad, my Dad is going downhill fast. Brain Tumor and skin cancer. I am totally lost. can't bring him home, he's too much for me to care for properly, and can't afford to get up to see him as often as I'd like, either no funds for gas, or no energy to drive. And I'm scared. I don't think I've admitted that before, but for this, the thought of Dad not being in the picture, is terrifying. Also all the sicko family dynamics that surrond a terminal illness. people fighting over dixie cup dispensers and all. Been there so many times. This time it's much to close to home. How come other people get to plan fun vacations and weekends in summer? I don't get to plan what I will be doing in three hours from now. To unpredictable, this disorder. Fun has become falling asleep fast when to bed for the night. pretty pathetic, eh? Stopping the whinning, now. Ho Hum. As of that finger, Baloo, take care, we don't heal right us Fibromites. They can put a rocket ship into space, and people can live up there 6 mos., or so, but they can't figure out how to replace the hormone responsible for healing. Makes me want to eat a cow, injected with growth hormone. farmers, get your salt guns out, here comes a pack of Fibromites rustling you cattle.