“Did you crash yet?” my mother inquired yesterday following my return home from an extended trip to Arizona. She knows I go, go, go and then when I get home, I crash, crash, crash. Happens quite regularly. When times require it; I perform. Family crisis, extreme situations, and death in the family – I’m there getting things done. It is similar to having a booster shot of adrenaline. Then when the storm dies to a calm, I’m down for the count and typically have a new MS attack four-to-six weeks out on the horizon.