Hi, I swear, all I did was fall on the bed and sleep for two hours. I'm up now, weepy, exhausted, pain (please imagine that last word underlined as emphasis) and have no idea what to do. Even if today wasn't Saturday and dear dr will not be in his office till Monday, I can't just go to him and say "I'm weak, exhausted, have no hope, help me." No. He likes specifics and I don't blame him one bit. If I could say "the middle finger on my right hand just fell off, please help me," trust me, I would. And to think that pre-nap I felt the usual rotten; oh I wish I hadn't had that sleep because what I thought could not get worse has gotten worse. Dr won't be able to come up with anything that works either; I presume that anyway since all he's been able to do in the (I can't believe it's been this long) somewhere around 3 years I've been seeing him is offer junkmeds, speed, antidepressants, and several things that are made for people who have what I don't have. He's the last Medicare/MedicAid-accepting dr I can get to... is there any reason to hope for better days? Lea.