Sorry to be a buzzkill, but I have just been having a miserable time of things. I have that miserable burning nerve pain behind my left knee again, but now it's going up my thigh and down my leg. It's like someone heats up an electric cattle prod, sticks it beneath the skin, and turns it on. I can't do anything but scream and fall like a rock. I haven't found anything that helps it with the exception of some cannabis cream that only lasts a couple of hours and now won't really work at all. Last week my husband and I went to see a couple of concerts in Las Vegas, and on our second of three nights there I lost my balance and fell in the hotel bathroom and slammed my side into the bathtub, breaking a dorsal rib and badly bruising another. That killed the trip and the ride home was a miserable 5 hour drive. My whole right side is swollen and it feels as if someone is putting crushed glass under my skin. My muscles began to spasm during religious services and the pain was so horrible I thought I was going to pass out. I couldn't speak from the pain and my husband didn't notice although he was sitting right next to me. Our sons came out for the Super Bowl the day after we got home. They went hiking in the morning so I stayed home, of course, as with the MS my walking is terrible anyway, let alone with a broken rib. I was also having stomach pain which I get periodically because the meds make me constipated. The next thing I know is that my husband and my sister-in-law walk in the house with my sons (I didn't even know they were going since neither can hike) after having had breakfast all together and she announces that there are two options for the rest of the day: either walk around the tourist shops uptown and at another outdoor shopping area or go to a "salt spa" with my oldest son and his wife. Obviously I couldn't go shopping so I went with my oldest son and daughter-in-law, as I apparently had no say in the matter. I later learned that they had not only gone out to breakfast without me, but other places that my sister-in-law wanted to go as well where it was impossible for me to go. She has no kids, so she apparently decided to take over mine, and they were only here from Friday to Monday morning and they live across the country and I don't get to see them nearly as often as I would like. So I asked my husband who had made her in charge and he said these plans had been made a long time ago. So I said if that were true, didn't anyone think of making an accommodation for me since I had broken a rib and now couldn't go? I did speak to my boys and they were really good about it but I feel like absolutely beating my sister-in-law to a pulp. And, of course, today my husband started with me about why I still can't do things even though my left leg feels like it's on fire and my back and right side feel as if they are full of broken glass and my stomach hurts, and we had a big argument. It's been so horrible that I went in the bedroom, slammed the door, and just cried, which I never do. It seems that the only ones left with any compassion are my dogs. We just rescued a third pit bull. He is about 9 years old and has known very little human kindness in his life. Someone used him for target practice and he still carries a .22 slug in his chest. He had a broken right hind leg and some butcher tried to fix it, but he walks dragging his leg. We also found out that he has Stage III kidney disease and will only be around for about another year. He is very attention-starved and clingy, but this will be the best year he has ever had in his whole short life. He is receiving the best care possible and lots and lots of love. Right now I guess I feel as if I need that, too, so I am just spending the rest of my day with him.