Everyone who has this condition experiences it differently, and our symptoms can change and go through cycles over time. Its super frustrating, but not surprising that doctors don't have it figured out, yet.

I don't live alone, but my husband is just as goofy as I am about our menagerie, so it all works out.

I love it!

I do so much swearing and hollering from the safety of my own car. It keeps me from slamming into idiots and not being able to drive any more.

It drives me crazy when door-to-door people don't have any literature to leave with me. Like, do they really expect me to make a decision about getting my roof, or my windows, or whatever taken care of, by them, while they're standing on my porch? Get away with that nonsense!

The *chunk*chunk* sound/feel of changing channels on the television.