The price we pay for the pain issues can be high. My kids don't want to hear about it because it intimidates them. My ex dumped me, litterally. Yep, he packed me up, moved me into a handicapped apartment and walked away without a word. I may talk about side issues but avoid the "P" word. Of course, when the kids take a look at my meds, they have a pretty good idea of where I am at. The last time one asked me if I really needed all that stuff, I hit the roof. Like we really enjoy planning our lives around the meds and fighting constipation. It gets rather crazy, eh? Best wishes.