Hi, Rob, I feel your pain. Many years ago, I was working in a department store, and they kept cutting my hours back until I was hardly going in at all, so I quit. I'm almost 100% sure that the reason was that the new job was very stressful and I had an increase in gas. And I really can't blame them because it was a business that relies on attracting and keeping customers. To be rejected for this is still humiliating, and psychologically distressing... I do understand. When I'm having a bad "attack" I don't feel like going anywhere public. I don't feel like being around family or my few friends. And I think one reason for the few friends is that even between attacks, I figure the problem will arise again, and I don't know when. Then I'd have to either tell them about it, or just hope it doesn't happen in their presence. What a recipe for stress. And yet... we're still alive and we're still trying. We must be pretty tough inside. This is getting long... I'll write the other stuff I want to say in another post, including some things that may help a little. --Anne