Gailerina,
Some of us have it worse than others. I'm making the most of what I have, and trying not to feel too sorry for myself.
Not many people want to go to a pity party. I'll never forget the doc who gave a lecture about anxiety, stating that sufferers(that's us) are "...no fun on a Saturday night...".
Right now, I can't decide(since I hate the noise) between humidifiers, and I'm uncomfortably dry. I could build one, or I could try different ones and commute back and forth in traffic until I find one that I like, in gridlocked big city traffic.
Maybe reframing this, I could try buying one, and review it, since I like to test stuff, and it will get me out. Anyway, I need a backup in case my mom needs one to replace hers.
Gee, getting out could be fun. And I get to design a form, and use it, unlike what happened at work, which was being bullied and credit being stolen from me.