Some days it's just the pain. Today, if it weren't for the pins and needles rushing through my finger and toes, I wonder if I would know I was even awake. Some days you just feel empty, drained, completely nonexistent. I have no idea why. I just know it when it happens. Last night, the arthritis in my toes kept me awake until almost 2 am. I work at seven. You can imagine the amount of sleep I have had. At some point, you have to medicate yourself just to go to bed. Which makes it worse when you try to get up and become the functional person you are required to be for the day. Go to work, go through the motions of a capable human being, doing your job the correct way, not wanting to put your head down at your work station, and just give in to it all. It's the hardest thing I do some days. Not giving in. Your skin is the largest organ of the human body. And ours, as scleroderma patients, hates us. It attacks us at...