Oh I know London. I was stationed in Mildenhall. That's where I met my husband. I loved England when I was stationed there. There was a fudge shop in Cambridge that was awesome. So I'm still flaring, and yes I did get some sleep thanks to my wonderful man. He let me get 3 hrs before he got overwhelmed with dealing with both boys. Then last night he took a couple feedings off my hands and let , e sleep. He's now suffering and has caught the crud me and my oldest had. My meds still aren't concentrated enough to help with the pain even though I'm doing the ketamine cream 3 to 4 times a day. It sucks. I've lost most of the hair on my left leg. At least I won't have to shave as much. Stupid disorder. Stupid nerves, and stupid people that made me think I was going crazy. I am done with trying to put on a good face and hiding. I am done with people that want to stay ignorant. My father in law said said I was probably not in as much pain as I said I was. I asked if having his testicles s continuously crushed in a vice grip hour after hour, and day after day for 10 years or more hirts. He turned pain then green. It was a lovely day. My husband turned pale too. It's a good way to describe it to guys.