It never seems to fail. I either have too much or not enough. It is a fine balance I have been living on for years. Somedays I sleep all day. Somedays I write all day. Somedays I spend at appointments for this growing and breathing nightmare of my health. Genetic means there is no cure, and there is still nothing more the doctors can do for me at this point. I am in a cocoon of hope at this point in my life.