Last night at the ER the doctor was asking me about the MS while stitching my finger. He looked so sad when I told him that all I really have energy for is working then coming home to rest. I told him that it could be much worse and that I am grateful for what I have. All the folks in the ER were miffed that I'd driven myself there though. Such is my life though. I think it keeps me strong to have to be self reliant.